When Galanos Spelled Glamour; James Galanos cut a delicate swath through 50 years of fashion, whether designing Rosalind Russell's Hollywood chic or Nancy Reagan's White House elegance.(Biography)

Byline: Amy Fine Collins

Tucked into the Hollywood Hills, off Sunset Boulevard, there is a compact white house, as inconspicuous as it is enigmatic. Except for one tiny paned porthole, it is unpunctured by windows. "To the neighbors this is a mystery house," says James Galanos, its proprietor since 1958. On this particular balmy day, there are a few more external signs of life than usual. The low-slung garage has disgorged an ebony 1973 Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow. And when the one-story, slate-roof dwelling's door swings open to admit a guest, the interior turns out to be as dark as the exterior is bright. Paneled shutters filter out invading sunshine, and the polished black granite floors shine like a nighttime sky. James Galanos, a wand-thin man attired in a striped shirt and Keds, springs from his perch-a sofa upholstered in triple-weight satin faille-the better to scrutinize the neck of his female visitor.

"We'll wrap them three times," he announces, winding three long strings of heavy jet beads around the woman's throat. He steps back and peers upward through hooded eyes, head cocked slightly, brows arched to a Gothic peak. "Now tuck the top into the pants." He tugs deftly at the oblique plaid chiffon, his signature fabric. "This is from spring 1991. Now we need a wide black leather belt." He disappears into a cupboard concealed in the boiserie to retrieve a contoured waist cincher, stamped galanos on the reverse in gold. Next he fluffs the gossamer trouser legs, finished with his trademark eyelash-wide, hand-rolled, handstitched hems.

"Let's see you walk," he says to the woman.

Satisfied, Galanos announces, "Tonight we'll go to L'Orangerie-the last restaurant in L.A. where you can dress up for dinner." He leans against his baby grand, an instrument he plays by ear. "I see so many unattractive things today. But I can't turn back the clock. Most people get 15 minutes; I had 50 years."