What readers think of The Last Collection, plus links to write your own review.

This is a story of fashion in Paris - about Schiaparelli and Chanel. Also a story of Lily, Ania and Charlie just before WWII started up. Lily became friends with Schiap (as her friends called her and Chanel through Ania.
The story moves on at a good pace, fashion, fierce rivalry, and finding love in the least place you would think, about fashion designs, artists, and of course Paris.
The story kept me interested all the way through, and made me stay up very late to see how it all turned up. You will be surprised about that. It made me sad, angry, and happy. Definitely a must read.

The Last Collection by Jeanne Mackie follows the lives of two internationally celebrated designers, Coco Chanel and Elsa Schiaparelli, as they navigate the fashion world of Paris immediately before its invasion by the Germans in World War II. The rivalry between the two designers is intense and the narrative is rich with intrigue as the war edges ever closer to Paris. Lily Sutter, a young American artist living in Paris, is the narrator of the story as well as the thread that binds these women together. The writing is beautiful and fills the story with glorious color, especially when describing the creations of Elsa Schiaparelli. It's a perfect glimpse into the high class world of society and fashion in prewar Paris.

I was fascinated by the personalities of Coco Chanel and Elsa Schiaparelli and the intricacies of Haute Couture and politics in Paris just before and during WWII. But I was also intrigued by the daily life of various classes of people (upper class, middle class, merchants, professionals, wage workers, spies, artists, military, etc.) during that same period. Even the Ritz Hotel and the various cafes became a part of the story.
I was so curious about the gowns being designed, constructed and worn that I looked them up on Google. Yes, they are all there! I hope the finished book has photographs of Lily’s first Schiaparelli dress and the “tree” costume.
At first I thought this would be just another mildly interesting romance with clothes. I was delightedly mistaken. THE LAST COLLECTION is well worth your reading time and would be a good choice for book groups.

The Last Collection by Jeanne Mackin, is a riveting piece of historical fiction about fashion icons Elsa Schiaparelli and Coco Chanel before, during, and after the second world war. Most of the story takes place in Paris. Even today, it is uncertain if either of them collaborated with the Germans.
Lily, the narrator, is a young widowed American would be artist. She describes everything real or imagined by colors. Lily becomes somewhat friendly with both designers who are so jealous of each other, romantically and in business. For example, at a ball, Coco actually pushes Schaiparelli into a candleabra and watches as her costume catches on fire.
Waiting for the war to come, watching sandbags piling up, seeing the paintings taken off the walls of the museums for safekeeping is a prologue of what seems eminent. You feel like you are there.
There are side stories of characters you come to care about including Lily, her brother and his lover, and even the German Lily is falling in love with.
This book is hard to put down.
The last line of the book sums it up so well. "I left Coco and Schiaps and Anai's daughter, and all the colors of Paris, the blues and reds and yellows that are the primary colors, the colors from where all other colors come
in grief and joy."
Perfect read for women, bookclubs and anyone looking for a more personal take on the war.

The three primary issues in this delightful book are fashion, politics and love. The author does a brilliant job of mixing the three onto a beautiful canvas. The stories about the inner workings of high Parisian fashion pre World War II are fascinating. The two main characters are stand ins for the two conflicting political philosophies. Coco for sympathizing with fascist ideas in her use of classic colors, structure, discipline and perfect lines in her creations. Scape is communist leaning, symbolized by her bold colors, over the top embellishments and rule changing designs. All characters are searching for love to protect themselves from the terror of being alone in these turbulent political times. A fun read that gives the reader a lot to think about beyond the surface story.

You will need your entire box of primary colors to enjoy this very real-feeling novel. Coco & Elsa carry their love hate relationship through a World War and fashion history. Did not put it down...even on vacation.

I enjoyed reading this historical fiction book. I knew nothing about the rivalry between Chanel and Schiaparell. The author uses beautifully descriptive language that brings the feud and Paris to life. I believe this would be such a good book great read; it has fashion history, art history and pre-World War II history. It is a colorful, compelling story. Highly recommended.

Of course, everyone has heard of Coco Chanel but Elsa Schiaparelli, not so much, right? One can imagine that there is so much more to the rivalry than what is expressed by Mackin in this novel. If one lacks knowledge of color and art, it is amusing to consider the longing and loneliness in "blue," the passion for life and bravery in "red" and the preciousness and immortality in "yellow." To think that the richness and vibrancy of these primary colors, colors that cannot be "forced or faked," along with the intense political persuasions and drama surrounding pre and post WWII informed the fashion designs created by Coco Chanel and her arch rival Elsa Schiaparelli in the 30s, 40s and 50s is intriguing. Women of the day clearly lived what their couturiers and vendeuses told them, "...dressing well was resistance, revenge, pride, a form of control over the forces that try to control us." Jeanne Mackin has created a believable (undoubtedly well-researched) world where art, politics and fashion collide in a collage of love, heartache, luxury, envy and loyalty. I am left wanting to learn more about Coco and Elsa, not to mention Paris before and after World War II. Ah, to have been at the Durst Ball!