Saint Laurent

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Hello, sir.

You have a booking for Mr. Swann.

Yes, indeed.

M33' I pay in cash?

Certainly, Mr. Swann.

In Paris for business?

No, to sleep.

Thank you.

Hello, this is Yves Saint Laurent.

I'm calling as I've decided

to do your interview.

Yes, I'm ready.

You know,

16 years ago, in the Algerian War,

I was committed.

The army doctors sedated me so much,

I became hooked on tranquilizers.

They gave me electroshock therapy too.

It was hell. I was with genuine lunatics.

Some wanted to touch me

but I didn't let them.

In two months, I used the toilet once,

I was so scared.

By the end, I weighed only 35 kilos.

And I had disorders.

Yes, disorders.

32...

80...

60...

82...

88...

30...

33...

11...

47...

Can you note this please?

For the neck, 30 centimeters.

Bust, 80 centimeters. Waist, 60 centimeters.

- Hips...

Which model?

Number 28.

I'm on number 17.

When do we do 28?

They're asking for it.

See Mr. Jean-Pierre.

Where is he?

He's taken number 29.

He'Il be back.

It's taut. Too much tension in the lining.

I just continued Madeleine's work.

I didn't sew it like that.

I don't want to know. Undo it and redo it.

Ah, Mr. Saint Laurent has his music on.

Put it on a Stockman.

Mr. Saint Laurent wants more lapel

and more overlap to give it volume.

Do the fabric mock-up in organza.

He wants a satin backing.

Yes, Mr. Jean-Pierre.

Do the threads.

I'll be back in 10 minutes.

That's not possible.

I have to redo the front panel and cut it.

It will alter my neckline

and the buttonholes.

I know.

10 minutes...

I'm not HOudini's wife.

Very funny.

180 hours of work wasted...

What can't you do?

Get the tension right.

I've tried it four times now.

You have to manage, you'll delay everyone.

Silence, please.

Yes, Madame Munoz.

Too complex. It has to be simpler.

Wait. Remove them.

Tug on them.

That's it.

As short, neat and precise as a gesture.

Let's find a more muted satin

or a satin backing to avoid glints.

Canvas the backing.

Mount it on organza.

Quickly, please.

It will drape better.

I'Il see to it right away.

Thank you, sir.

Do you need anything, sir?

No, thank you.

Try the fabric from

yesterday's design on Michelle, please.

There are Deneuve's costumes

for the Cavalier and Truffaut movies.

Doing all the fittings at once

would be too simple.

Franoise Hardy's show

can wait until the 28th.

Sylvie Vartan would like something too

but in September.

The urgency, Yves, are the designs

for the play L'amante anglaise by...

Marguerite Duras.

We have to arrange fittings.

Maybe between the photos on the 14th

and the spring-summer designs.

I'Il ask Jean-Pierre.

We need the spring-summer designs

by December 20th.

They can make the patterns

between January 1st and 20th.

Some chocolate mousse?

No, thank you.

For autumn-winter,

we'll want the designs by the end of June.

They'll need you for fittings

around July 20th,

with the show

between August 25th and 30th.

Therefore, you can

begin spring-summer haute couture

after completing ready-to-wear

in December...

Can't you let me listen

to the music, please?

It gives the Impression,

as you say in America,

that being beautiful

is the most important thing

in a young girl's life.

They take it further in America

by giving the impression

that if you're beautiful, you're happy.

And, in young girls'minds...

Here, Kikou...

A chocolate religieuse.

I'm not hungry. I'm beat.

/f happiness is beauty,

one does all one can to be beautiful.

It becomes very supercial

and, if the girl is already pretty,

she has temptation all around her,

and, instead of thinking,

instead of studying,

instead of knowing solitude...

I'd like you to work for me.

I model for Chanel.

I don't care.

I'd like you to present a collection.

I can't.

I'm asking you.

I can't.

I'm asking you.

I can't.

I'm trying to fart but I can't.

Quiet, the situation is serious.

How do you feel?

As comfortable as in pajamas.

Pajamas to go dancing in.

It's divine on you, Betty.

You should try it too.

I'm sure it would suit you.

Thank you, Colette.

Walk now, Betty. Walk.

It's magnificent, Yves,

magnificent.

Marlene...

People will love it.

Oh, you know, people...

They forget. So Marlene...

Dear Yves,

Ilove your tuxedo.

I love the Mondrian dress.

Fashion is as fleeting as advertising,

that's what makes it sublime.

Today,

on opposite sides of the ocean,

are the two great artists

of the second half of this century.

And yet, art no longer Interests me.

It's become so terribly boring.

But maybe today becoming famous is

the greatest art of all,

and you and /

are both fabulous at that.

Because we both love fame.

I want you to make dresses

with cheap soup

and I want to make paintings

the way you make dresses,

the way we watch TV.

Today only cinema, music, and advertising

show any ingenuity.

That's why I enjoyed so much

producing this band,

which is the most creative and refreshing

thing I've heard for a long time.

I love the Mondrian dress

but why haven't you made

the Warho/ dress?

Because it can't be made.

When you achieve it,

you'll be, in my eyes,

one of the great geniuses

of this fin de sicle.

With all my admiration,

Andy Warhol.

Let's go to Rgine's in disguise

and terrorize everyone.

That biker movie everyone's going to see...

Know the one I mean?

The whole movie is bikers in a garage,

dressed in leather.

All they do is work on their bikes

like mechanics.

No story, no dialogue...

I forget who made the film.

Let's see it. It sounds fun.

My Berg

I love you but I won't follow you blindly.

You can vanish here too

without realizing it.

What would you do?

Nothing.

Perfect. I'll come and help.

Only money and his power interest him.

When he arrives,

you can hear his balls knocking.

He's a monster.

Do you know why?

Because he's ugly!

He has a hang-up about his size

and his big nose.

I'm 33 and I feel 100.

I've had no life. I'm old.

I have no life.

I have to go and do the finishing touches.

What are you doing?

I'm dancing.

...as cherry pie Americans taught

the black people to be violent.

I saw.

I'Il wait for you in the lounge.

The turban?

The flea market.

The jacket?

Ossie Clark.

The skirt?

My mother.

The blouse?

The flea market. In London.

The bracelet?

A napkin ring pinched from a restaurant.

And that silly first name?

No one can manage

Louise Le Bailly de La Falaise.

So Loulou is simpler.

The freckles?

Ireland. On my mother's side.

The posh accent?

My father.

The Count.

The shoes?

The Clignancourt flea market.

It's a complete mess but I love it.

Hello, Mr. Saint Laurent.

I'll fetch your coat.

Give me all my coats.

This one...

That one...

Those at the back too. I'll take them all.

Even the copies. I'll burn them all.

Magnificent!

The final scene from a musical

that I'll stage in Paris,

London and on Broadway.

It's called Vicious.

It's set in New York

in a completely underground world

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