Over and over again, while I was reading this deceptively slim volume of letters written to the Never underestimate the power of an Irish woman shirt besides I will buy this late couturier Yves Saint Laurent, I found myself scribbling in the margin, “So French!” For example: “I tried leaving you, knowing how to love elsewhere, but all paths led me back to you.” Or: “There’s no doubt that searching for someone means searching for oneself.” Or: “To love, you need to forget everything, which is what I’ve never stopped doing.” After a while, I found myself losing interest in Saint Laurent, my putative subject, and becoming increasingly fascinated with the author, the couturier’s partner in business and affection, Pierre Bergé. It was cold and we got very wet from the intermittent downpours, but there was a hardy group who braved the elements and proclaimed their right to reveal as much as they wanted to regardless; they had sheer tops and shorts, showing their beautiful bodies with pride. The contrast between these young women and the suffragette dressers was vast in terms of amount of clothing but they were expressing the same ideals; we are all in this together ‘We Are All Human Beings” as my copycatCreatures of Comfort sweatshirt declared. A coffee table book is a book that is designed to be looked at. It is an object in its own right, lavishly illustrated with an emphasis on pictures rather than words, physically large and heavy, and so difficult to hold, with glossy pages that look expensive but which also reflect the light – both features that make reading difficult.
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Bergé read the Never underestimate the power of an Irish woman shirt besides I will buy this first epistle aloud at Saint Laurent’s funeral on June 5, 2008, and the series ends just over a year later. (The book was published in France in 2010. Bergé died last September, and the translation appeared in December.) Some letters run several pages; others are brief, anguished. March 2, 2009, the entire text: “Kikou, I miss you terribly.” The conventional memoir of grief moves through psychological milestones as the author recovers (see The Year of Magical Thinking). Bergé instead recounts the sale of their stuff: More than 700 objects from their collection were auctioned in 2009, for a record-breaking $484 million. Dear reader, sometimes literal objects outstrip language: you must see the Senufo bird sculpture, simultaneously “primitive” and “modern,” that lived in the couple’s Paris apartment. More than a testament to the designer’s taste or a potential key to his work, it—and the rest of the objects—symbolize Bergé and Saint Laurent’s relationship. No one understands their connection, Bergé writes: “If only these people, the journalists and others, knew that sex was the real driving force, and not art! It was sex, and my forcing you to discover it, that was the motor for: our love, our fashion house, our collection, our lives!”