When Christian Bérard died last February at 46, Paris lost its most fashionable artist. A scraggle-bearded, sack-bodied man who wore his jackets soiled and kept up his trousers with string, he rated in Paris as a top arbiter of good taste in women's fashions.
"Bébé" Bérard had only to ask, with an archbishop's solemnity, "Isn't pink a lovely color?" to send designers running to their shelves. He turned out a stream of ideas for ballet, stage and screen, designed the sets and costumes for such notable numbers as The Madwoman of Chaillot (TIME,...
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