Cameron Silver: Glamour Guy Proust Questionnaire

Cameron Silver, icon of the fashion industry, is a delectable delight for Glamour Girls who love personal style with panache.

Owner of vintage couture boutique, Decades, Fashion Director of H by Halston, author of a bestselling fashion history book, and a highly-sought-after fashion historian and creative consultant, Cameron has been leading the charge in bringing whimsical glamour back to clothing. If you don’t already own his book: Decades: A Century of Fashion-– buy it! It’s fabulous!

Named one of Time Magazine’s “25 Most Influential Names and Faces in Fashion” in 2002, Cameron’s stunning personal style, as well as his styling of movie stars and celebrities on the red carpet has landed him front-and-center in the fashion world.

I have had the good fortune to know Cameron since we were 18 years old and living in Beverly Hills. Cameron lived in his parent’s guest house, I rented a room in a charming garden cottage while working at 3 different stores on Rodeo Drive: Polo Ralph Lauren, Benetton, and Express. I also worked in Cameron’s father’s law office as his assistant when I was saving money to go to school in Paris. We were brought together by one of my all-time favorite people in the universe, Matt Waite, a style-icon himself.

Cameron always had amazing style, and he is an amazing singer too. One of my favorite memories is watching his cabaret act under the stars in Topanga Canyon. His voice is like velvet, and his style… well let’s just say there’s nothing like it.

Glamour Girl Proust Questionnaire

What is your current state of mind?
Conflicted

Name your top three fashion icons:
Baron de Rede, Grace Kelly, Grace Jones

Top three fashion movies:
Diva, Eyes of Laura Mars, Dressed to Kill

Three books that changed your life:
Tin Drum, Wrinkle In Time, Mysteries of Pittsburgh

Favorite Old Movie Star with Best Personal Style:
Cary Grant

Top five favorite shops worldwide:
Decades
Four (in Kuwait)
A&R in LA
Dover Street Market in London
Forty Five Ten in Dallas

If you’re alone in your closet, getting dressed to go out for martinis with your girlfriends, what music do you put on?
Have never done this.

Favorite Handbag?
I carry a backpack. For a woman, I like anything vintage Hermes

Favorite Shoes?
Custom Nike IDs

What is your idea of happiness?
Silence

What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Too soon to know

What is your greatest fear?
Being obsolete

Which historical figure do you most admire?
JFK
What living person do you most admire?
It’s a duo: my parents

What qualities do you appreciate most in your friends?
Humor

Favorite qualities in a man?
Humor

Favorite qualities in a woman?
Humor

What is your most treasured possession?
Heath

Your favorite prose authors?
Noel Coward although he’s often poetic!

Your favorite poets?
Ibn Ezra

Favorite Pandora Station:
Anything 70s

Favorite painters?
Egon Schiele

What is your favorite journey?
Home after a party

Natural talent you would like to be gifted with?
Athlete

Favorite motto?
Butterflies and lollipops

Part 2: Sartorial Advice

When you are feeling your best, what do you like to wear?

A chic suit

When you are feeling your worst, what do you put on to feel better?
A tuxedo

Can you give your top three fashion tips/secrets?
Stand up straight
Engage your core
Be intimate with your tailor

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