there's this movie, 2014 production, so it's already a checked have seen one, biography of Saint Laurent's life, based of the living impressions, lies and sometimes naive memories of past century's most candid fashion genius.
today, world wide web offers reminder of his lifelong partner and if you're a soap opera digester and translate living into romantic, yes, soulmate, half, whatever.
the building foundation of Yves's duty to produce creation was, up to his death, Sir Bergé.
this gentleman never claimed for merits that weren't his and remained the greatest fan of Yves personality and work. beautiful.
something i memorised instantly in the movie was Yves's separation from that Dior model through the lines the screenplayer wrote and actor performed it quite well: "you have become so vulgar, my dearest" or somethin' like that. this was of course after all the other events but the accurate outline for the viewer was the correlation with her cutting her hair who instantly produced in Y.S.T an irreversible change of heart.
in this work of fiction where i'm joint screenwriter, i know exactly the rest of this woman's life. the beauty of having a blog: one can always come back and add, delete, publish some drafts until they find their exact place to be.
back to this story: Saint Laurent and Bergé: a couple who demonstrated what ever was left of aristocracy through noble behaviour towards society thus still living their private lives without remorse.
in the loving memory of Yves & Pierre.
