An eternal youth charmer, Jacques Fath was the little prince of Paris haute couture in the 1950s. The true ‘enfant terrible’ of the fashion world, he existed solely for the joy of creation and the swirl of the party. He was pleased with nothing less than the spoils of excess.
"Fath!" The name still evokes visions of faille, of silk, of the enchanted mix of every sequin imaginable and the hopes of the post-war era. He stood out from the Christian Diors and the Cristobal Balenciagas of his time with his wild imagination, and he alone brilliantly anticipated the tumult in fashion of the 1960s.