I’m from an unusual family. My father, Dennis Hopper, was an extraordinary actor, artist, director, writer. A notorious Hollywood bad boy, but also prolific photographer; through his work on screen and behind the lens, he ultimately defined what it is to be American.
My mother, actress/author Brooke Hayward, and her friends epitomized Hollywood elegance and style. Take Jane Fonda, my mother’s best friend (and my godmother) — a mix of sporty American and delightful European — she was pure sophistication. There was an ease to it all, combined with a rebellious sense of experimentation, that resulted in an elevated chic.
It was impossible for me to end up in a career that was not somehow connected with the art of making things, having grown up in a house that was a collection of all things great and small: Great art. Small dogs. Great parties. No regular meals. Beautiful ladies’ arms laden with gold and silver bracelets. Andy Warhol.
To me, HAYWARD embodies a style that never seems out of date. It comes from my family — their endless creativity mixed with style and originality — and it is named after the inventive genius of my grandfather, producer Leland Hayward, who had exquisite taste in women and who loved making things, from movies to airplanes.
With HAYWARD, I am building the first American luxury fashion brand that draws on generations of Hollywood history and glamour. My vision is to share this quintessential, evocative, sometimes surprising, often unconventional — but always dazzling — American experience with the world.
— Marin Hopper
Pictures: Dennis Hopper with daughter
Marin Hopper, 1964, Malibu; Brooke Hayward, 1961; Marin Hopper, picture
by Stephanie Keenan