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First part (of two)
First part (of two)
February 26, 2006
What Comes Between Costa and His Calvins?
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Don Ashby
Francisco Costa's designs for Calvin Klein, above from left (in groups of fivespring 2005, fall 2005 and spring 2006.
By CATHY HORYN
Thirty-eight years ago, Barry K. Schwartz, a grocer's son from the Bronx who had acquired a serviceable education hanging around pool halls and racetracks, gave his boyhood friend Calvin Klein $10,000 to start a coat business. Since then, hundreds of designers, when faced with the terrible odds of going solo in the fashion business, have said to themselves, "What I need is a Barry Schwartz." A Schwartz at your back was proof against shutdown, a guarantee of unending loyalty. Three years ago, Klein and Schwartz sold Calvin Klein Inc. to Phillips-Van Heusen in a deal worth about $730 million. Klein has kept a hand in the company's advertising. He also travels a lot; Brazil is apparently a favorite destination. Schwartz, a gambler at bottom, devotes himself to his horse-racing operations, a sideline developed in the first gold-rush days of designer denim and underwear. Horses bred on his 741-acre farm in Westchester County run at the country's top tracks, and Schwartz stepped down as the chairman of the New York Racing Association at the end of 2004. Although Wall Street was skeptical that Phillips-Van Heusen could manage a designer label — it was better known for brands like Izod and Bass — Calvin Klein has apparently thrived under PVH. Its runway collections, by Klein's chosen successor, Francisco Costa, have received some of the best reviews in the company's history, and PVH's stock price has risen from $11.50 in January 2003 to nearly $37 as of mid-January.
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Jean-Baptiste Mondino
Costa, 41, had been at Calvin Klein for only about a year when the company was sold, and he says that until recently he gave little thought to why Klein had picked him. Costa was industrious — as a teenager in Brazil, where his mother owned a children's-wear factory, he put on fashion shows for charities — and having honed his design skills in the 90's at Gucci and Oscar de la Renta, he assumed that the company wanted him to freshen up Klein's minimalist aesthetic. Costa immediately took charge, drawing inspiration from sources like Bauhaus, the formality of riding clothes and the sulfuric colors at Yellowstone, which in September 2004 led to a series of swirling jersey dresses. He was adept at cutting jersey, and though a decision to change Klein's fit alienated longtime customers, the new clothes were lighter and more feminine.
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Jean-Baptiste Mondino
Costa was at a disadvantage, however. In early 2003, PVH closed the sample-making rooms at Calvin Klein's West 39th Street headquarters, let most of the staff go and transferred those operations to a garment maker in Italy called Vestimenta. PVH considered this a more cost-effective way to run the collection business: let the manufacturer bear the expense of prototypes. Costa, now left with fewer workers, didn't have time to dwell on the logic of the decision. "After the sale, I did the cruise collection with one assistant," he told me recently. "We just immediately went on — not even thinking about it. I wasn't thinking at all what it meant to do Calvin Klein, probably the biggest name in America and the second-biggest in the world. I was kind of blind, and maybe to my advantage."
Yet in the past year Costa has witnessed enough displays of corporate indifference at Calvin Klein to make him wonder, he says, whether the company really cares about being in the designer business. He's had to go out and hire tailors in the garment district to get samples made on time. On one occasion, when Vestimenta failed to deliver samples in either the correct size or correct fabrics, Costa and his staff in New York remade the entire collection in three days just before the show. Almost as surprising for a top-level designer, he has no one around him to do merchandising or product placement. "Zero," he said. And all this has made him question whether the shows, the glowing reviews, were real or phantom.
When he talks about the situation at Calvin Klein, Costa, a compact man with warm brown eyes and a diffident manner, generally sounds baffled rather than aggrieved. But over lunch one day, he said, "What I'm going to tell you will sound really mean, but I have the feeling that Calvin didn't really care" who took over. He paused, as if reconsidering, and then shrugged. "Maybe I was just being skeptical. I did feel he endorsed me."
Costa's boss, Tom Murry, the president of Calvin Klein, admits there were problems with Vestimenta, which collapsed in the summer, but denies that he has been unsupportive. "We approved anything that he needed," Murry said. Nevertheless, the problems have had a snowballing effect. Because of late deliveries and poor sales, Neiman Marcus and Bergdorf Goodman have closed or downsized their Calvin Klein spaces. And though the collection represents a fraction of Calvin Klein's total volume of $1.9 billion, sales have fallen from a peak of about $55 million during the Schwartz-Klein years to less than $20 million, according to company sources. Recently, Costa absorbed a particularly severe blow when the company's press office told him that it could not meet some 250 magazine requests to photograph his widely praised spring line. Promotion was always the company's great strength, but because it had agreed to make only one set of samples, there weren't enough to send out. "I looked at all these pages of shoots we had missed, and I was so sick," Costa said. (Murry says that two sets of samples will now be produced.)
All along, Costa discussed what was happening at Calvin Klein with his partner of 15 years, a burly horse trainer named John DeStefano. "Francisco's favorite line is, 'They just don't get it,"' DeStefano told me. DeStefano, of course, saw Schwartz at racing meets (they also own horses together), and DeStefano occasionally mentioned Costa's concerns. Costa was also friendly with Schwartz and his wife, Sheryl, but for some reason, Costa could feel awkward in Schwartz's presence, perhaps because he was a former owner of the company. "I'm struggling psychologically to keep it real with Barry," Costa said. "And I know that he is real, because he speaks with such excitement about things." Schwartz, though, had a genuine interest in Costa's career. In 2001, he brought Costa's name to Klein's attention. Costa was then at Gucci in London, and when Schwartz, who rarely became involved in design matters, learned that Costa wanted to return to New York, he immediately telephoned Klein.
As with Costa, my first contact with Schwartz was through horses and not dresses. We met at the track. In May 2004, I went to Belmont Park to write about people on the backstretch — grooms and hot-walkers — and we were introduced. A small man with a direct gaze and a quick way of speaking, Schwartz was gracious and funny. I got the impression that in some successful measure he had lived the type of life exalted by Damon Runyon. The next time I saw him was last August at the races in Saratoga Springs, N.Y. He and Sheryl arrived in a gleaming new Maybach. She had on a frilly dress of black-and-cream silk crepe and an elaborate hat of stiffened black net. But it wasn't their money or clothes that stood out that day and to which people in the crowd seemed to respond. It was their enthusiasm and openness. It shamed you into liking them. And for Sheryl, who was 18 when she met her husband, it also must have been the primal source of attraction, this vitality. On their honeymoon he lost all their wedding gifts at a craps table. Surely, after such a start, the words "for richer or for poorer" could not really touch the elation and sense of freedom of "all or nothing at all."
Shortly before Christmas, Schwartz, who is 63, told me he was assisting Costa in his contract negotiations with Calvin Klein. Schwartz felt that Costa needed help, and he had made the offer. At the least, this means that Schwartz, who has not been involved in the company since he left, would be dealing directly with Murry, a man he helped hire. Not only will the outcome of those discussions determine Costa's future but it will also reveal how much power Murry has under PVH's chief executive, Mark Weber. With PVH committed to a strategy of licensing all of Calvin Klein's businesses (in mid-December it announced a new agreement with Warnaco, the underwear giant, to produce several lines, including the collection), Costa may find that Murry doesn't have the authority to make the changes he wants. Still, even allowing for the possibility that Schwartz is acting from self-interests, the offer is extremely generous, and fascinating. Costa has Barry Schwartz at his back.
"Listen," Schwartz told me, "I put 35 years of my life into this company. I'm also a large shareholder in PVH. Francisco is a greater asset to the company than anyone realized. He doesn't have the support that a designer of his stature should have."
Francisco Costa was the second-youngest of five children. His mother, Maria-Francisca, started her factory with dresses commissioned by a traveling salesman; his father, Jacy Neves da Costa, ran a small ranch. They lived in Guarani, a town of 4,000 about a three-hour drive from Rio de Janeiro. It was a Catholic, civic-minded and matriarchal household. "My mom, she was unbelievable," he said. "She ran the whole town. She was like the mayor. There would be 15 people eating at our lunch table. She'd drag people from the street. It was very rich growing up with her."
With the cord abruptly severed by his mother's death, in 1981, Costa decided to leave for New York with a friend. He was 20 and spoke no English. He enrolled in a language class at Hunter College and at night took courses at the Fashion Institute of Technology, though, as he said,
"I couldn't understand a word the teacher was saying." But, in general, Costa's early years in New York seemed distinguished by a series of fortuitous encounters. Costa got a job with Herbert Rounick, a charismatic Seventh Avenue figure whose company made dresses for designers like Oscar de la Renta and Bill Blass. When Rounick died, de la Renta gave Costa a job designing for his Japanese licenses. "My office was literally in the kitchen," Costa recalled. But de la Renta provided him with a window onto the world he would dress. "He taught me the most," Costa said. "And not just the craft, but life. Oscar is so full of life and a genuine interest in what's good." Costa stayed five years. He also became friends with de la Renta's wife, Annette, and her daughter Eliza. "It's family," he explained. "Annette always liked what I did."