I first heard of Jacques de Bascher when a friend lent me a copy of The Beautiful Fall: Lagerfeld, Saint Laurent, and Glorious Excess in 1970s Paris.
I never finished that book. It bored me stupid, actually.
But the character of Jacques de Bascher caught my attention.
Insofar as being a muse can be called a function, he functioned as a muse to Karl Lagerfeld. He follows a certain dandyish template that I like — let’s call it the charming satanist– and, according to Agenda Inc. the “notorious Moratoire Noir party organized by Jacques de Bascher which introduced the fashion world – for the first time – to the darker edges of the Parisian suburbs and Mapplethorpian quantities of leather.”
I did find his pretensions to French aristocracy to be, well, pretensions to French aristocracy.
Like most people in the book, he’s fairly disagreeable but what he lacks in character is mitigated by what he lacked in good intentions. (One can forgive anything except meaning well.) Pictures do him less justice than words, which, in this case, is a good thing. My favorite is below.