Saint Laurent Page #3

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and easy to wear.

All the big names in haute couture

are on their way out, Pierre.

Who? Hechter? Cacharel?

Kenzo? The Jacobsens?

You're right.

That's why I plan to found a group

uniting designers and couturiers

to have them represented

in the fashion trade union.

And I'Il be president.

And I'm offering to take

haute couture off your hands.

I want Yves and myself

to recover 100% of Saint Laurent.

I want us to get the name

Saint Laurent back.

I'm ready to go into serious debt for that.

I'd say that's a pretty illogical decision.

An illogical decision, given the figures.

Perhaps, but it's my decision.

Bear in mind that if you agree to this

you remain the owner of

Saint Laurent perfumes,

and that's where the money is.

So what's the catch, guys?

You'll a license fees on all sales.

V:

I have a percentage proposal

for you to consider.

You'll find it to your advantage.

One more thing, and it's not negotiable...

You cannot launch any product

without the permission

of the brand's founders.

Of course not,

that's not in our interest.

Pierre...

Can't we continue this

over dinner?

Business is not done in a restaurant,

but in an office. I think

we all agree on that.

However, once this is settled,

I'Il gladly invite you to dinner, David.

For now, the priority is

getting my name back.

Your name?

Yves name.

Yves Saint Laurent.

Speaking of whom,

been hearing a lot about him lately.

About his health.

Like what?

Well...

Don't listen to the rubbish people say.

Yves is perfectly fine.

He works a lot but is in great shape.

Actually, I need more pills.

The blue ones again.

- What were they?

- Captagon

- The same again, then, but stronger.

- Hmm.

They help me work.

And others to help me relax at night.

Valium, say.

It won't relax you, it'll knock you out.

Still getting dizzy spells?

- Now and then, before collections.

- Oh.

I have two to do.

I don't have any ideas for ready-to-wear.

I haven't sketched a

thing for haute couture.

That's why I need the pills.

I'll give you something

but respect the dosage.

Don't worry,

it's just for the collection period.

Mmm.

Not too much drink either.

Of course, I'm not mad.

There's one I like a lot,

about the way you draw.

I don't draw like Matisse.

You're Yves Saint Laurent

and y0u'd like to be Matisse?

You can't be Matisse at your age, Yves.

Wait a while.

It takes a lifetime.

I've also found a poem

you wrote when you were little.

"How happy you are!

You need nothing. You have it all.

"Wealth, beauty, youth!

"It's beautiful being that way.

"Yet you're already weary of this life.

"You no longer want it. "

I'Il put it all in a box for Pierre.

Mumsy...

Do you love me?

I hope you like feathers.

I've gone overboard.

You'll see, the dancers are like huge birds.

It should be magical.

With each movement or step,

they look as if they'll leave the world.

Yves, you've left the world.

WhV do you say that?

Surely you realize?

Idon't know... No, I don't think so.

Honestly, you have

no more contact with reality.

Look at your life.

You've never been to a supermarket.

You can't change a lightbulb.

Why would I need to know

how to change a lightbulb?

Because everyone knows how to.

What if one burns out?

Pierre changes it.

What if he's out?

I'Il wait in the dark.

I'll do some thinking instead.

You wear me out, Yves.

The dog's the new trendy accessory.

Even a dog deserves love

and consideration.

Leave me be.

I don't get it.

You send me 10 letters yesterday.

You say you're mad about me.

GO on, take a bow.

Look out, Yves, ostrich attack!

- Ooh!

Yves, come and take a bow.

All right, but with my dog.

Jacques de Bascher de Beaumarchais.

Yves Saint Laurent.

It's a French product,

entirely made in France.

You're going to ask me what it's made of.

Looking at it, you're intrigued.

It's wax cloth that has been varnished.

You can't tell

because it's worked like leather.

We made them wide

to fit the Saint Laurent logo

between the straps.

In the middle.

You mean the initials YSL?

Yves, it's Madame Duzer's fitting.

I'Il be right there.

Yes, the initials YSL.

Exactly.

We may sell the brand

to Mr. Saint Laurent's brother,

Victor Saint Laurent.

Then the logo would be VSL.

But that sounds like "vaisselle,"

crockery in French.

My sister was a possibility

but her name's Vronique,

so the problem remains.

In any case, my friend,

to make "Saint Laurent,"

you've a long way to go.

It's good.

Does it really suit me?

It seemed much less masculine

when I saw it the other day.

It may seem masculine

but it will give you amazing allure.

You'll realize that when you move in it.

Here, try this.

Are you sure it's the fashion?

This is style.

Fashion passes like a train.

Maybe we need something...

Perhaps a brighter belt.

Yes, a little Sparkle.

In any case, it's such a joy

to have you to myself for a while.

To catch up...

I'm doing poorly, you know.

It's hard working all the time.

There's the move too.

You know we're leaving Rue Spontini?

I liked it here.

But Mr. Berg sees things on a big scale.

It's exhausting.

Show me.

Yes, that's better.

It lights everything up.

Show her neck.

I have a short neck.

I didn't say that.

Over the jacket is better.

Like this?

The hairtoo, maybe. Let it down.

May I'

Give it a little motion.

Much better.

- This was just delivered.

- Thank you.

Could you walk a little?

Hands in your pockets.

They're real pockets?

Of course.

You can go out

with just your keys and cigarettes.

Unburdened.

Relax. Be more lissome.

You're right, it's lissomeness.

It's divine.

With a bolder lipstick,

you'll look wondrous.

I feel very different.

Thank you. Thank you s0 much.

I think you're the only one today.

I know, there's no competition.

That's my misfortune.

I've created a monster

and have to live with it.

A beautiful monster.

I must return to my work now.

Thank you, Mr. Saint Laurent.

Don't be afraid.

You see? No names, no words...

Animals, driven by need...

Why not step into the bushes?

I'Il join you.

Good evening.

We're neighbors,

from the local fire station.

What's your name?

I'm Pierre.

Pierre Berg.

People think I don't work but I do.

I inspire Karl.

I've had it made in 12 different shades.

Do you like it?

I'Il wear it in beige tonight.

With Karl?

Of course.

How does he feel

when you're with me?

I don't know.

I think he's pleased.

For me.

For you too.

Even for Pierre, I think.

- Karl is very intelligent.

- Stop it.

A fine collection.

You use them with him?

No, we don't do

that kind of thing with Karl.

Do you want one?

Thank you, but I have my own.

Pierre calls them the Olympic rings.

You look like a Weimar Republic gentleman.

At least they knew how to dress.

For a funeral or a picnic,

nothing but silk ties,

wing collars,

a neatly tapered waist...

Not what you see these days.

Now you're dressed, what do you do?

I undress.

Tomorrow evening? I forget.

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