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Hubert de Givenchy Remembered By His Great Niece—and Audrey Hepburn

Almost 15 years ago, I was walking in Paris along rue de Grenelle with my mother, father, oncle Hubert and his partner, Philippe. I was probably nine years old, and oncle Hubert must’ve been in his late seventies. I was walking a bit ahead and I heard, from behind me, oncle’s voice. He was talking to my father about my mother’s style, the way she walked, her silhouette. I can't recall the words, exactly—it was more about the way he was taking note of what he saw, and the way he saw women. It was so innate in him. I think there was nothing that went by unnoticed for him with regard to a woman: her carriage, her manner of dress, and, maybe most importantly, if what she wore made her feel confident.

Hubert de Givenchy, who died this March at 91, had a quiet presence that still managed to feel effortlessly grand. He exuded refinement, and was never flashy or showy. Even relaxing at home, he would walk around the house with the most stylish slippers. He was immaculate. He was very soft spoken. He was warm, and when he smiled at me it conveyed quite a lot of affection quietly.

Front, from left is my maternal great grandmother, Eunice Myrick, my uncle Patrick, my grandmother 'Mami pat'; center, my uncle Richard, my other great-grandmother, Beatrice Badin, and my aunt Beatrice; and behind from left is my great uncle Hubert, my uncle Philippe, and Hubert's partner, Philippe Venet.

These days, I can recall this feeling whenever I look at one of his illustrations. Without going into too much detail, he was able to capture not only the outfit itself but also how a woman would feel while wearing it. His models were always expressionless but their body language felt like everything! Everything that needed saying you could read in their hips—a talent which all women have but very few are aware of.

The two Huberts—my uncle and great uncle together. Look at those sandals!

I feel incredibly proud that Clare Waight Keller, who was named the first female designer of the house last year, has chosen to remember Hubert in her first Givenchy Couture collection, which showed on Sunday in Paris. If there was ever a moment to celebrate women, as Hubert did, it is now. One of my favorite dresses he ever designed is one that I keep for myself at home: a simple blush slip that defines the waist and falls right below the knee. It feels as if he designed it with me in mind.

One of my favorite photos of Hubert.

Photo courtesy of Gabriella De Givenchy.

I know I’ll always remember the beauty that he shared with the world. And who better to summarize the real essence of Hubert than his dear friend and constant muse Audrey Hepburn, who wrote this poem, in French, for him on the occasion his 40th year in the Givenchy house. It is a poem I hold very dear—I still remember when my father first read it to me—and I’m happy to share it now.

A page from the family's archives.

Translated from the French, it reads:

Forty years of Hubert

Forty years of genius

Forty years of friendship

Forty years of freshness, youth, color and vitality

Of warmth and courage

Of sweetness and delicacy

Of humor at rescue

Of goodness and kindness

Of fancy and franchise

Of vicissitudes and victories

Of confidence and caring

Forty years of infinite integrity

Hubert is like a tree

Tall, straight at handsome

Creating and recreating beauty

Summer like winter.

The roots of his friendship

Always deep and powerful

The branches solid with his affection

Sheltering those he loves.

Hubert may not have..

Everything he likes but he loves everything he has.

He always showed me his talent

And nourished with his tenderness

I have the privilege to salute

Hubert de Givenchy, artist and friend.