“Fashion history continues to be perhaps our most tangible link to people from the past.” –Susan Holloway Scott
Susan Holloway Scott is not your typical costume designer. Her designs do not appear on the theater stage nor on a movie or television screen. In fact, her creations do not even require fabric, thread or a sewing machine. To truly see and experience Scott’s designs, all that is required is your imagination. Scott is an internationally celebrated author of over fifty books of historical fiction. Like any historical novelist, her well-researched books are based on real historical figures and events but she sets herself apart by enriching her books with incredibly detailed, historically-based descriptions of her character’s clothing, making her books that much more enticing for the historically inclined. Who doesn’t love a little romance and adventure with their fashion history?
Years of research and a genuine passion for history and, of course fashion history, inform Scott’s work making it a delightful and insightful read. It is a passion that informs her novels but also her Instagram page where she has a devoted following to whom she shares the beautiful historical portraiture that undoubtedly inspires her work. She is also the other half of the blog Two Nerdy History Girls, co-founded with historical romance author Loretta Chase. There you can find the research behind many of Scott’s books including her latest novel I, Eliza Hamilton, about Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton. So much more than the wife of Alexander Hamilton, she was a powerful, enigmatic heroine in her own right–and stylishly dressed at that! The book was just published in September by Kensington Books (available now on Amazon & Barnes & Noble).
It has been exactly two years since I started @the_art_of_dress Instagram and exactly two years that I have been following and inspired by @susan_holloway_scott_author. I am thrilled to feature her now on The Art of Dress!
Tell us about yourself and what you do as it relates to the history of fashion and dress. Like many of the people that Cassidy has profiled here, my fascination with historical fashion began early. I pored over fashion books, and went to museums to draw the clothes I saw in portraits. I sewed my own clothes, and they always had historical influences (with weirdly mixed results when I look back on the photos!) I went to design school, determined to become a costume designer, but after a year I‘ll freely admit that I chickened out. I transferred to a liberal arts university, and studied art history instead.
But my obsession with historical clothing and fashion hadn’t gone away; it had simply morphed in another direction. I continued to study and read on my own, learning whatever and wherever I could, and I still do. I find inspiration not only in books and journals, but also in portraits as well as in actual garments in museums and other collections. When I began to write and publish fiction, I always use dress as a way to make my characters and their actions more real, and more sympathetic to readers. So in a way, I did end up in costume design, but I use words instead of textiles.
Why is the study of fashion history important to you? There is nothing more personal and more unifying than clothing. It’s one of the few things that is truly universal: everyone wears clothing, and any deliberate choice that’s made in dressing becomes a personal fashion statement. Fashion isn’t limited to Parisian couture. The 19thc farmer’s wife in Kansas tying the bow on her calico sunbonnet a certain way was making as valid a fashion statement as the French heiress in a Worth gown. Because of this, fashion history continues to be perhaps our most tangible link to people from the past.
As a writer, what a character wears and how s/he wears those clothes can reveal so much. I don’t mean a head-to-toe laundry-list, like a red-carpet description, but the more subtle things. Clothing can reveal an individual’s personal status, social rank, morality, nationality, ambitions, sexuality, taste, age, health, self-confidence, patriotism, and a thousand other things besides.
And, of course, so many of the clothes of the past were just so beautiful that they’re irresistible.
In your opinion, is fashion art? I believe it is. That question is probably tied in to the larger one – What is art? – which can be endlessly debated, and has no right or wrong answers, either. It’s so completely subjective. But to me, fashion is art because it represents the same degree of thoughtfulness, of self-expression, and of conscious choices, that characterizes more traditional and accepted types of art like painting, drawing, and sculpture. I know that there are critics who believe that fashion exhibitions have no place in fine art museums, but to me their sheer popularity proves how much people admire and respond to clothes and fashion. That’s proof enough to me that fashion and art should be seen not as rivals, but as sisters from the same family.
Favorite fashion designer, past and present:
Since my favorite period of both history and historical fashion is the 18th century, and there are no known “designers” (except, perhaps, Rose Bertin) from that era, I’ll give the crown to all those now-anonymous mantua-makers who created such memorable garments with phenomenal skill, dedication, and creativity. As for a contemporary designer, for me it’s McQueen – both the sorrowfully missed genius of Alexander McQueen, and the house that continues with his name under his brilliant successor Kate Burton. No other fashion house combines the past with the present so imaginatively and so provocatively, and with such dedication to sheer craftsmanship. I can always be seduced by beautiful hand-stitching, beading, and embroidery.
If you could recommend one fashion or dress history related book to Art of Dress followers, what would it be? One? Only one? ::sigh:: Then let me make that one a book that’s out-of-print, but easy to find second-hand: Ingres in Fashion: Representations of Dress & Appearances in Ingres’s Images of Women by Aileen Ribeiro. Any fashion history by Ms. Riberio is going to be a winner, but this one (primarily featuring early 19thc French dress) is just gorgeous, with some of the most ravishing and detailed images of clothes, accessories, and jewelry to be found in any book.
If you had to recommend one film for the costumes alone, what would it be The 2011 Jane Eyre, with costumes by the incomparable Michael O’Connor. Not only did the costumes perfectly reflect each character, but they were also exquisitely accurate to the period, with a lived-in quality achieved by flawless accessories.
This costume from Jane Eyre perfectly shows Jane transformation into a wealthy heiress and independent woman at the end of the film.
Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that shows how you “dress” your characters? Sure! Here’s a short excerpt from I, ELIZA HAMILTON.
It’s January, 1780, and twenty-one-year-old Eliza Schuyler has come to visit her aunt at the Continental Army’s winter encampment in Morristown, NJ. Today she’ll be presented to Martha Washington, wife of the army’s commander-in-chief – and if Eliza is lucky, her paths will also cross with Lt. Col. Alexander Hamilton.
I’d dressed with great care for this presentation. I wore a blue silk Brunswick jacket, close-fitting and edged with dark fur, and a matching petticoat, quilted with a pattern of diamonds and swirling flowers. My gloves were bright green kidskin, and on my head was the one extravagant hat I’d brought with me, its sweeping brim covered in black velvet and crowned with a profusion of scarlet ribbons. I had a weakness for tall hats, for I felt they added height to my small stature, and kept me from being overlooked in a crowd. Lady Washington was said to be a lady of fashion, and before the war, she’d ordered the finest of everything from London. I hoped she would appreciate the effort I’d made in her honor to dress with fashion and taste, even in the middle of a military encampment.
But I’d other reasons, too. The general’s aides-de-camp were quartered in the same house, and followed the general’s orders from his office. There was an excellent possibility that I might encounter Colonel Hamilton, and I wanted to be sure he took note of me. . . .
As we arrived, the bustle of activity around the house was like a beeskep surrounded by swarms of the busiest of bees coming and going. Soldiers and horses, wagons and sleds and sleighs, and all of them moving briskly on the army’s business. The cold air was filled with the sounds of orders given, of barked conversations, and the jingle of harnesses and the creak of wooden wheels over the packed snow. There were several small fires with men clustered about them for warmth, and bright flags on staffs that proclaimed that this was in fact the army’s headquarters.
My aunt and I climbed down from our sleigh before the house, and I followed her up the steps to the sentry. Among so many men in dark cloaks and uniforms, I felt like a gaudy parrot in my bright clothes. I also felt acutely female in the midst of so many men, and though I held my head high and pretended to take no notice, I sensed every eye upon me as I stood there on the whitewashed steps, my skirts swaying in the breeze and the bright ribbons of my hat dancing around my face. I might be short, but no one was overlooking me now….