HIGH above Fifth Avenue in a duplex apartment brimming with
Matisses, Picassos and presidential autographs, the talk turned to saris. Can
Western women get away with traditional Indian garb and not look as if they're
wearing a bedspread?
"The only way is if we're in another country, and then
at a party," said Sarah Giles, the design editor at Harper's Bazaar.
"Bindis are fine, but not saris. We don't know how to walk in them."
A woman with a tiny diamond-shaped bindi dotting the space
between her blue eyes nodded.
"That's true," said the woman, Maura Moynihan, who
in addition to the bindi was swathed in a diaphanous gold sheath. "And
Indian women say the most terrible things about you under their breath."
She broke into a flawless Hindi accent. "Look at that foreigner, how
ridiculous she looks in that! "
Maura Moynihan's latest bohemian incarnation is as a
dressmaker, in Kathmandu.
"A sari is the Indian babe's fashion trump card,"
said Ms. Moynihan, who, throughout, swathed herself in various garments from
her collection. "They're very sexy. But not for Westerners."
Ms. Giles turned to her and said, "You can wear them,
but the rest of us look idiotic."
Ms. Moynihan, who is 43, has been wearing saris since the
early 1970's, when her father, Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan, was ambassador
to India. They lived in New Delhi. Since 1999, Ms. Moynihan's adopted home has
been Katmandu, Nepal, where she founded a company called Choli, the Hindi word
for the shirt worn beneath the sari.
On Wedn6sday, she held a sample sale at the Upper East Side
home of Sharyn Mann, whose husband, Steve, is the former finance chairman of
the Moynihan for Senate committee. "She used to lend me clothes for Dad's
fund-raisers," Ms. Moynihan said. "Now she's buying mine."
Ms. Mann, a co-founder of the Food Allergy Initiative, a
nonprofit charity, purchased two jackets and a pair of pants. " I love
that her clothes come from a different era," she said. "You get
really tired of designer clothes. This has meaning."
Over a four-and-a-half-hour stretch, about 20 customers
zipped in and out, while a uniformed butler passed around silver platters of
pirogis (he called them Nepalese dumplings), fresh asparagus and lemonade in
crystal glasses. Many of the customers were friends Ms. Moynihan knew through
people who traveled in her father's circles.
She was inspired to import ethnic Indian clothing, she said,
because she thinks Western women could benefit from the Eastern addition to
their wardrobes.
"In Asia, women are allowed to age gracefully,"
she said. "They attain more status as they get older. Not here. Asian
women have uniforms, but American women don't. I'm trying to bring the uniform
to American women. Besides, I am so sick of the little black cocktail dress. I
could die of boredom."
Black dresses aside, Ms. Moynihan's life has been anything
but boring. For the past 28 years, she has been ricocheting between Asia,
Washington and New York, where she stays with friends. Her latest visit has
been extended because of the turmoil after the massacre of most of the members
of Nepal's royal family on June 1. Fearful of going back to chaos, Ms. Moynihan
rescheduled her departure from about three weeks ago to August.
An accomplished bohemian, Ms. Moynihan has a long resume of
artistic gigs and social causes. She published a short story collection, did a
stint on "Saturday Night Live" in the early 1980's, released two CD's, worked
at the Holocaust Museum in Washington and was a celebrated friend of Andy
Warhol. "He didn't quite get my love for the slums of India," she said. "If I
could be backstage at Xenon with Keith Richards, why would I go to India?"
Over the last few years, in Katmandu, she worked in Tibetan
refugee camps with Refugees International. Last year, she started Choli, and
says that one of the appeals of having a business in Nepal is employing the
local people.
"After a certain point, you need to provide jobs and not
just wrap Band-Aids," said Ms. Moynihan, who has 15 people working for her. She
says that typically a Nepalese school-teacher makes the equivalent of $40 a
month, and that by paying her workers by the garment, she enables them to make
as much as $60 a month.
"They need work," Ms. Moynihan said, "especially now with
the tragedy. Business is on hold. Tourism has dropped."
Ms. Moynihan transforms luminous antique fabrics embroidered
with beads, brocade and finely spun gold and silver thread into blouses,
dresses, pants and the coats that gained popularity as Nehru jackets but are
known as sherwanis in India (Joseph's technicolor dreamcoat meets Sergeant
Pepper). Her clothes are now sold at Portantina, on Madison Avenue.
"Her fashions are timeless," said Barbara Bergreen, the
owner of Portantina. "They override trends while managing to look trendy."
As Ms. Moynihan elaborated on each piece of clothing, the
women rifling through the racks of brightly colored garments included Vera
Blinken, wife of Donald Blinken, the former ambassador to Hungary, and Sheila
W. Schwartz, whose husband, Richard J. Schwartz, is the chairman of the New
York State Council on the Arts. Lynn Forester, founder and co-chairwoman of
FirstMark Communications, sent her assistant, who picked out - with Ms.
Moynihan's help - a pale blue blouse and gold evening jacket for her boss.
"The clothes are wonderful," said Ms. Schwartz, as she
purchased a gauzy, three-quarter-length evening jacket ($400) and rushed off to
a benefit at the Whitney Museum of American Art.
Pam Putney, an international public health worker, modeled
an electric-blue coat and announced, "Blue is the color of communication, the
throat chakra." She bought it for $400.
Is seems axiomatic that all well-heeled, well-connected
people must at some point travel to India and return with inspired fashions.
Certainly, India has long been a source of fascination for spiritually and
stylistically bereft Westerners, from the Beatles and Mia Farrow to Madonna,
not to mention all those caught up in the recent craze for pashmina shawls and
Sun Salutation.
Ms. Moynihan sat down on a multi-colored tapestry. "I know,
everybody has a line," she said, laughing. But she sees herself differently,
disregarding people who assume she leads a dilettante's privileged existence.
"I've never used my connections to get into the boardrooms of Wall Street or
Hollywood but into the slums of Katmandu," she said.
Choli is a for-profit business, and at the sample sale Ms.
Moynihan pulled in a few thousand dollars, but she says that her company is not
just about money.
"doing design in Nepal is not the easiest thing\240 in the world," she said. "It would be much
easier sitting in Manhattan. Working in the third world is totally
unpredictable. The tragedy now is a case in point. But I have to do it, I
wouldn't be my father's daughter if I didn't."