Yves Saint Laurent Page #3

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An enormous bluff, two million copies.

Then a billionaire from Atlanta bet on us.

So who else?

Maryse. She's great at dealing with orders.

Denise would love to head sales.

She's very loyal.

- We need Ferdinand.

- Who's he?

The doorman. He knows everyone's habits.

But he retired six months ago.

- I can ask him.

- No, I'll do it.

Bohan worked with lists.

It was boring. No soul.

Now we'll enjoy it.

That's nice.

I think...

The long dress is good for Raphalle.

The sheath dress for Esther.

The pleated skirt for Anne.

It will be very elegant.

The frills for Victoire.

Girls,

after the show, you can wear them out

for the entire season.

Come this way.

Thank you, girls.

This is awful. Why did you do it?

It's nothing at all.

What's wrong?

Look at this wreck!

I dared get my hair cut.

It's not sophisticated.

You have no more face or chin!

But I have a hat!

- And the other outfit?

- We'll get her a wig.

Did you have a nice trip?

Such pretty girls!

- Mrs Mathieu-Saint-Laurent.

- Saint Laurent, since he changed it.

- May I see my son?

- He's with his models.

Don't put Elizabeth Arden

near Helena Rubinstein.

- Enemies.

- Don't worry.

Zizi, Roland isn't here?

- No, he's on tour.

- He works too much.

Fernando, straight from New York.

The lingerie?

Every woman on Park Avenue wears it!

Excellent.

Hello, how are you?

Karl isn't here?

He's doing ready-to-wear now.

Like Cardin,

he thinks haute couture is history.

Is everyone here? Is Marianne done?

Where is Pat?

Concentrate. Calm down.

We're on in five minutes!

Play with the scarf.

Victoire, hurry up.

Turn around.

Victoire.

Yves.

Bravo, everyone!

"Supple forms, nonchalant elegance.

"To rival Chanel, Saint

Laurent chose purity.

"But despite a nice collection,

"he has brought nothing new.

"It is meticulous, boring.

"The future will tell us

if he is a flash in the pan."

Idiots!

High expectations.

I could only disappoint them.

You're right. It's best not to care.

Fashion is not a major art.

It's not even an art at all.

The way you do it, you

have to be an artist.

The artist gets me hard.

How true.

I don't lie.

I see.

I love you.

What?

I love you.

I don't understand.

Go to the mirror. Let's do it right.

There's nothing to do.

It's perfect as is.

Your idea of perfection

leaves me speechless.

For your meeting...

I'm on the phone. Beat it.

I'm on the phone!

He's in the studio? Send

flowers to Yvonne...

I already did.

Thank you.

...my dinner with the Duchess of Windsor.

I sold 25 dresses to Hartman.

Ask Pierre to take you out.

You can go dancing, bar hopping...

Actually that's not his thing.

He likes spaghetti at home.

- That's not bad.

- It has its charm.

Pierre, be nice and cook

dinner for Victoire.

- She's all alone.

- All alone.

Poor little thing.

- Who's alone?

- I am!

She is.

I am!

It's almost ready.

Pretend, at least.

- Pretend what?

- You can stand me.

I like you, Victoire.

Really?

Whenever I speak to Yves,

you get all tense.

- You become nasty. You snap.

- I do not.

You always snap.

Yes, I snap. No, I don't like you.

You simper.

- You play boss.

- You named me.

You're not good enough.

No more dinner!

It's over!

What are you doing?

Don't keep reporters waiting.

Already you're shouting. Stunning, no?

Very nice. Come.

How much was it?

I don't know. They'll send the bill.

Here he is.

At 26,

you already have your own fashion house.

What do you want to do now?

To get in trouble, mostly.

In the sense that,

from early on, I had many responsibilities.

I sometimes get the impression

I never experienced youth.

It's not too hard being a fashion prodigy?

What a pretentious expression.

Without seamstresses,

my drawings would be stillborn.

It's a craft above all.

Group work.

It's better to shut up than talk crap.

Excuse me.

I have work to finish.

Mr Berg will answer your questions.

Would anyone like juice or champagne?

Why not?

Albert!

Don't mind Mr Saint Laurent.

He's so modest.

At times he could apologise for existing.

It's moving.

I agree.

But he's right. Fashion is not talk.

It's work.

In point of fact,

instead of this interview,

wouldn't you rather see the work?

Backstage, the ateliers, before the show?

Let's do that.

We can still have champagne!

It was harmless. We were just hanging out.

You're angry with me now?

It's not that big a deal.

It was funny. We were in a cell,

waiting to have mug-shots taken.

Very funny.

Madame really is angry!

- It never happened to you?

- Soliciting? No.

I forgot. You're a real man.

If you say so.

How does it manifest itself?

Ask Victoire. She loved it.

We never said pied-noir.

I feel French. French, from Algeria.

I can't forgive France.

Have you decided?

Not yet.

After Oran, nowhere interests me.

What about you, Brigitte?

We're considering Menton or Monaco.

- You, Dad?

- Near my daughter.

That'll be fine.

Go. I'll stay in Paris.

So you won't be alone.

I'm not alone, you know.

I'll leave you all.

Pick an apartment or a house.

I'll take care of it.

Honey, want me to stay in Paris with you?

Of course.

Is it leather?

Yes, with a faux-crocodile finish.

It's modern.

Thank you, miss.

Sports ensemble, black oilskin slicker,

brown suede pea jacket.

The new Saint Laurent look.

I'm wearing it to the Elyse garden party.

Thank you, Victoire.

They're not here for tea.

The Saint Laurent woman

moves freely and elegantly.

She humiliated me in front of those Chinks!

Japanese, not Chinks.

They're not here for your jokes.

My English didn't get the better of me.

Of course I can ask for that amount.

I can count, even in English.

Talk to you soon.

Going well?

Why so glum?

You told him?

- About what?

- He's odious.

You told him about us.

Thanks for calling back.

Why did you sign without me?

Why didn't you at least call?

Eva, please.

The stockings, too.

How graceful. Thank you.

Do we have to see this?

Your hair makes you look slovenly.

You're so vulgar, poor thing.

It's terrifying.

Let her go.

Her style, what she represents is

yesterday's news.

Get back to work.

Death must resemble this.

Lack of inspiration.

The few seasons which followed

were very drab.

The world was changing.

People spoke only of Courrges.

Chanel wanted to hire me.

I refused, of course.

I knew you would never give up,

that you'd keep at it,

that you'd continue to invent.

Your Mondrian collection was pure genius.

Never had a dress been copied so much.

The owner of Charles of the Ritz

bought out the American from Atlanta.

And our house of fashion took off.

Bartender!

I like you.

What?

I like you. I've been watching you dance.

You're beautiful.

You're modern. You're long.

Would you agree to model for me?

I'm Yves Saint Laurent.

Betty, please!

Betty, this way!

I refuse to lock myself

in the ivory tower of haute couture.

I think ready-to-wear

is an opening on everyday life.

It reaches a much larger group of people.

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