From Manhattan's cluttered Seventh Avenue, hub of the $5 billion women's garment industry, came a pronouncement last week: the sack is dead, and the chemise is so changed it will.
Brewster, 29, was an aviator, Manhattan scion, grew not to perceive the jest, killed his wife as she was dressing for dinner clad only in her chemise, killed himself.
Her innovations were basic to the wardrobes of generations of women: jersey suits and dresses, the draped turban, the chemise, pleated skirts, the jumper, turtleneck sweaters, the .
King of the World View from the trail up the Chemise Mountain. Stands of manzanita and groves of knobcone and sugar pine grow within sight of the ocean. Redwoods are nearly absent. Golden eagles ride the thermals along the ridges, and you can find rattlesnakes right down to the edge of the beach.
March 6, 2014 - The North Coast Journal