Two from United Solo

Mister Halston

Roy Halston Frowick (1932-1990) learned to sew from his Iowan grandmother, creating hats and altering clothes for his mother and sister. In Chicago, he became milliner to the well heeled and famous. It was here Roy morphed into the eponymous Halston. The young man moved to New York, became co-designer at Lily Daché, and then head of Bergdorf Goodman’s salon. When hats fell out of fashion, he began designing women’s wear.

As well known for extravagant personality and the company he kept as the minimalist  fashion he created – “I got rid of…all of the extra details that didn’t work—bows that didn’t tie, buttons that didn’t button, zippers that didn’t zip…” – Halston was the epitome of front page, disco excess.

It’s 1987. In his East 63rd street apartment, the currently reclusive Halston (Ken Barnett) awaits an interview that will lead to a seminal New York Times article which began “HALSTON, THE LEGENDARY fashion designer, sits in the two-story living room of his multimillion-dollar town house, his face slicked with bronzing gel… He has an air of the grand seigneur, an insistence that only the most expensive and exquisite things surround him..” (Lisa Belkin) Fussing and impatient, always in control, the protagonist sets a scene.

An invisible journalist is delivered guidelines which Halston himself will ignore, offering (the author’s) a multifaceted, insightful picture. “Today we set the record right!” he says firmly, smiling. “Style is the expression of personal emotion. You’re only as good as the people you dress. I made people believe in American style. That’s good! Write that.”

Over the course of what turns out to be a pivotal afternoon, interrupted by phone calls, Halson takes us from being “a tall, faggy boy,” recognizing affinities to designing hats for Jackie Kennedy (who had the same hat size as the designer), Kim Novak, Gloria Swanson, and Brooke Astor; then dressing Bianca Jagger, Diana Vreeland, and, of course, dear friend Liza Minnelli. When Bergdorf’s questioned his moving from millinery to apparel, Halson pointed out Chanel started that way. The Halstonettes, his models, not only included African Americans, but were perhaps the first to actively negotiate the runway, not just walk.

We hear about friend Andy Warhol, tempestuous jewelry designer Elsa Peretti whom Halson introduced to Tiffany’s (he acts out a wonderful anecdote), and his astonished introduction to a brand new Studio54, the description of which is both authentic and poetic. Business takes us from Bergdorf’s to a Madison Avenue boutique to a floor-to-ceiling windowed aerie in Olympic Tower filled with the color red and white orchids nicknamed “Mount Olympus.”  A description of what he wants from the (cash cow) perfume, is gorgeous and, I’m told, by a fragrance executive, quite real.

At no point does narrative feel less than personal. Nor, surprisingly, are we aware of the amount of information disseminated in such a short time. Even non-sequential recollections make sense. Intermittently smoking, making himself successive drinks, and excusing himself to snort coke enhance characterization. Direction (Kimberly Senior) is specific. The protagonist doesn’t wander around without motivation. (He could be a little clearer as to where the journalist is when addressing him.) Senior additionally paces the show just right.

Halston is repeatedly telephoned by his lawyer trying in vain to save the iconic name Halston from a misguided deal with J.C. Penney. Calls from Liza find him suddenly all-in warm. Vulnerability is palpable. There are also several calls from Halston’s lover, Victor, a beautiful boy “filled with some secret, violent, hurt and rage” of whom the designer is “terrified,” by whom he’s “thrilled.”

Things don’t end well for the designer, but the audience has a splendid time. Raffael Pacitti’s portrait is well researched, deftly structured, sympathetic (not cloying), and insightful.

Ken Barnett is marvelous. His posture and movement reflect Halston’s affected patrician persona. Mercurially chiding the interviewer, revealing that which he says he shouldn’t, trying to mask both infirmity (coughing is pitch perfect) and terror at legal proceedings, the actor is fluent. Barnett listens and reacts so clearly during phone calls, we might be hearing the caller. After effects start in cheery denial, but grow less and less able to hide feelings as the afternoon wanes. We watch the air go out of his stylized bombast.

The detail of this presentation, even on a low budget, included exactly the right armchair, a credible bar and red telephone as well as evocative costuming.

Mr. Halson photos by Dana McCoy

Mister Halston by Raffael Pacitti
Featuring Ken Barnett
Directed by Kimberly Senior

ADDITIONAL DATES: Wednesday, November 15, 2 p.m., Friday, November 17, 8:30 p.m., Saturday, November 18, 8:30 p.m.

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Last Year’s Eve

“My name is Hugo and this is my home…Not much really,” begins Zachary Kazepis. He’s been here (wherever here is) 15 years and is being sent back to wherever he came from, presumably because he’s illegal. We never find out. Not knowing these things is a handicap. We drift in and out of scenes from past and present.

Some are striking: Temporary refuge with a cousin who sits staring at a wall all day – a metaphor that became reality, could be expanded. “The wall will always win.” He was ten when he was told. The tender parentheses of an acquaintance Hugo imagined his only friend, a man who turned his back against him as an immigrant, is sympathetic. Most importantly, the story of him and his brother fleeing capture by black-uniformed men with mines underfoot and bombers overhead rings current and real. The elements are there but barely elaborated upon before (a deft) ending.

Without details, this remains a sketch, keeping us at arm’s length, relatable only as far as it goes. The three elements should be enlarged; so much time aimlessly wandering the room reduced. Kazepis needs someone to draw out his intriguing story and he needs a director.

Last Year’s Eve
Written and Performed by Zachary Kazepis
November 10, 2023  United Solo

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About Alix Cohen (1635 Articles)
Alix Cohen is the recipient of ten New York Press Club Awards for work published on this venue. Her writing history began with poetry, segued into lyrics and took a commercial detour while holding executive positions in product development, merchandising, and design. A cultural sponge, she now turns her diverse personal and professional background to authoring pieces about culture/the arts with particular interest in artists/performers and entrepreneurs. Theater, music, art/design are lifelong areas of study and passion. She is a voting member of Drama Desk and Drama League. Alix’s professional experience in women’s fashion fuels writing in that area. Besides Woman Around Town, the journalist writes for Cabaret Scenes, Broadway World, TheaterLife, and Theater Pizzazz. Additional pieces have been published by The New York Post, The National Observer’s Playground Magazine, Pasadena Magazine, Times Square Chronicles, and ifashionnetwork. She lives in Manhattan. Of course.