Once upon a time there was a little boy from Vicksburg, Mississippi, who grew up to be the Next Great Hope for Fashion, perhaps the logical successor to the supremely whimsical throne of Madame Schiaparelli and perhaps, eventually, to the wry classicism of Mademoiselle Chanel.
Life had other plans, and sadly he traveled on ahead. He had a big fan in Bette Davis, though, and one could do a whole lot worse.
Sometimes I'm afraid that people like Patrick Kelly might end up forgotten, just because they blazed so briefly. Fortunately, some things do end up remembered...