– she writes. What better definition of Style?Celeste Albaret wrote:He had that supreme elegance of being, quite simply, what he was
The perfect, quiet frame for a complex personality. Of course, this is not uneducated and unimaginative simplicity, but rather the result of refinement (as in discarding the superfluous) and good taste in making choices, as revealed in a further episode:Celeste Albaret wrote:It cannot be said his dress was really smart. His wardrobe was very simple and very correct, nothing more.
It appears he fancied odd waistcoats. Once he liked a piece of cloth so much (red silk doubled with white silk) that he ordered a waistcoat made from it. As he was trying it on in front of the mirror he said, as quoted by Celeste:
He never wore it...Marcel Proust wrote:Definitely not. This may work for a dandy like Boni de Castellane. I don't want to be ridiculous.
His physical hypersensitivity (of his skin, of his lungs), as well as that of his psyche made him feel as attached to old things as he was reticent to new ones. He would only use his old (even if ragged) handkerchiefs, because they had become soft and pleasant, and Celeste’s repeated attempts to trick him into using newer ones (though washed and ironed several times before, to take the newness out of them) ended up in his destroying them with a pair of scissors in front of Celeste to prevent further attempts.
His wardrobe consisted of few pieces, made by his favourite (English) tailor who would measure and fit him in his appartments. However, his commissions were very rare and Celeste only remembers him buying one new pair of black button boots in ten years. He preferred his old gloves and umbrellas and out of shape hats to anything new and strongly protested when his driver announced his intention of buying a new, “more comfortable” car to replace the old jalopy. Patina and familiarity were very dear to him.
His Style was rich and subtle, like a Mahler adaggio. He had a lot of magic in his eyes, a charming personality and a way to win people’s hearts and minds. But he never let his Dress speak for him, it was just there, kept discreetly quiet, toned down but discernible, like a basso continuo providing the harmonic foundation and bringing to the fore his Style.