“Clearly, this period of the history of the house was not well-known, which I trust was a surprise for Pierre Bergé [Saint Laurent's long-term partner]. I went back to 1966 – just before the events of 1968 [when 11 million workers revolted against the conservative politics of then-President Charles de Gaulle - the biggest general strike in history], but the awakening of youth was in the air, and Yves Saint Laurent wanted to dissociate himself from the clientele of haute couture and embrace this new generation.” Hedi Slimane
I’m not the girl who has a problem admitting when I’m wrong. Perhaps because it doesn’t happen very often, but I will say there is dignity in ownership– albeit good or bad dealings. And well, when I speculated that YSL becoming SLP would be a total abhoration, I was wrong. In fact it’s so fucking chic I die. And like other than being a bit trite at times, its otherwise spot the fuck on. Like Johnny Depp. Which uncanny enough the collection bears striking resemblance to. I know I completely skipped over YSL’s fall but whatever.
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