âALL CREATIVE WORK IS PAINFUL
AND FASHION IS VERY, VERY DIFFICULT.
IT PLAYS ON ALL MY ANXIETIES.â
YVES SAINT LAURENT
THE HOUSE THAT YVES AND PIERRE BUILT
The graceful Bianca Jagger and Saint Laurent had a special affinity, eternally marked by the unforgettable white Saint Laurent couture suit she wore to her wedding. Here she is photographed in Paris by Eric Boman in 1974 wearing a long chiffon and elastic cocktail dress.
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The 1970s evolved into the glory decade for Yves Saint Laurent. Women exuded sensuality in his clothes, as exemplified by two portraits in British Vogue. Catherine Deneuve is stretched out on the designerâs couch, wearing a gray pinstripe gabardine pant suit and strict silk blouse, whereas Bianca Jagger, the rock starâs wife, is spread across her bed at the mythic left bank LâHĂŽtel, wearing a long fuchsia pink chiffon dress, black hose, and diamantĂ© peep-toe sandals.
That Saint Laurent could produce so perfectly such contrasting styles, the disciplined and the indulgent, explained why key fashion editors and important retailers hungered for Saint Laurentâs couture and ready-to-wear shows, viewing them as the main event. âIf my clothes are right, and I believe they are,â he told Joan Juliet Buck, âit is because I think I understand what women want.â Adding to his triumphs was the success of his Rive Gauche Pour Homme line, which the designer had originally started because he could not find clothes for himself. Two years later, it boasted eclectic clients like actor Helmut Berger, ballet dancer Rudolf Nureyev, and playwright Harold Pinter. Further fame came from the fabled Saint Laurent lifestyle that he officially shared with Pierre BergĂ© and consisted of homes in Paris, New York, Manhattan, Marrakech, and a chateau in Normandy.
There was also the personal charisma of Saint Laurent, who had acquired iconic status, unusual for a fashion designer. He had become as famous as Andy Warhol and Mick Jagger. LâAmour Fou, the Saint Laurent documentary, unveils a short black-and-white home movie that shows these three individuals in each otherâs company. Filmed at the designerâs apartment in the rue de Babylone, noted for its Jean-Michel Frank interiors, a longhaired Jagger in tracksuit is hunched over the Ruhlmann piano, tinkling at the keys. Warhol in blazer and jeans, seated on an armchair, opts to smile but remain mute. It is very much Saint Laurentâs moment. Wearing a suit and bow tie, he smiles and camps it up for the camera, enthusing about his series of mini Warhol portraits.
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âYVES SAINT LAURENT IS ALL ABOUT EXPRESSION. SOME DESIGNERS DO CLOTHING THAT IS MERELY COLOR AND SHAPE, HIS ALWAYS SAYS SOMETHING.â
CATHERINE DENEUVE
Exemplifying the âfire-behind-the-iceâ Parisian bourgeois beauty that inspired the couturier, Catherine Deneuve was always a stalwart âYvesâ friend and client. Here she sports a couture gabardine pinstripe pant suit with caramel silk shirt. Photographed in Saint Laurentâs apartment by Oliviero Toscani in 1976.
Whatever the occasion, women confidently depended upon Saint Laurentâs Rive Gauche in the 1970s. Under Vogueâs title, âAre you huntinâ, shootinâ, fishinâ clothes?â Norman Parkinson photographed this suggested outfit in 1973, the cloak, jacket, and skirt in traditional loden, soft suede, and tweed.
Saint Laurent was having a second lease of life, fueled by his roaring career and a lack of inhibition via his discovery of casual sex, recreational drugs, and hard alcohol. One of the designerâs chief complaints was that he had missed out on his youth owing to early fame and his responsibilities at Christian Dior. However, because of the atmosphere of Paris in the 1970sâa sizzling and decadent periodâSaint Laurent found the excuse to self-indulge on a monumental scale. Being compulsive, he tended to go too far, though instinctively he knew that BergĂ© was ready and waiting to save him. Whatever the situationâeven if Saint Laurent crashed his car because of a loverâs tiff with a toy boyâhe could rely on the highly competent BergĂ© to sort it out. In the drama, passion, and dynamics of their liaison, which affected and occasionally emotionally drained their immediate circle, the Saint Laurent-BergĂ© relationship was a textbook example of the addict and the enabler.
Still, the brilliant BergĂ© convinced himself otherwise. âWhat endures in Yves is his sense of childhood, and his refusal to leave it,â he said. âHis work absorbed him and he took refuge in a cocoonâimaginary or otherwiseâwhich he created totally and which he inhabited full time. Yves is [the poets] Hölderlin and Rimbaud. A fire maker.â Had BergĂ© disappeared, Saint Laurent might have been forced to shape up and change. Yet his business partner did not abandon him, both smitten by his genius and aware that their growing empire depended on looking after Saint Laurentâs talent. Besides, his partner was not the only one behaving badly in Paris.
For an article entitled â70s Paris, The Party Years,â Karl Lagerfeld, at the time ChloĂ©âs ready-to-wear designer, told W magazine that he âhated to be out of town for more than 24 hours ⊠There was the feeling that, wherever you were in Europe, you did whatever you had to do to make it back to Paris for drinks at the CafĂ© de Flore, then dinner and dancing at Le Sept.â But apart from the actress and model Marisa Berenson, who lived on orange juice and meditation, and Lagerfeld himself, who never dabbled in drugs or alcohol, fashionable Paris had become as decadent as Manhattan in the Jazz Age or Berlin in the 1930s, with vodka the drink and cocaine the drug of choice. Berenson, the star of the movie Cabaret, recalled âa complete intensity about everythingâ and how âit was a dangerous time for some ⊠Like anything that doesnât have boundaries, many people went too far.â Nevertheless, there was an amazing exuberance and euphoria and a sense that something different and brand new was happening in Paris, a sort of unofficial creative movement, featuring fashion talents such as Saint Laurent, Lagerfeld, the designer Kenzo Takada, and the illustrator Antonio Lopez, Loulou de la Falaise, and Vogue photographers like Helmut Newton and Guy Bourdin.
According to Marian McEvoy, then working at Womanâs Wear Daily, it was a time âof such extravaganceâ in Paris. âNo one had discreet little cars or passe-partout suits. There was no slinking in wearing a simple black dressâpeople were there to show off.â âWe would just throw together some kind of turban or experiment with something ethnic,â said de la Falaise. âThe idea was, âwhat can I invent tonight?ââ It was a kind of inventiveness that blurred the distinction between day and night. âPrivate life, professional life, fashion business, and fashion expressionâit all overlapped,â said Lagerfeld. Later, Saint Laurent described all the feverish partying as boosting his creativity. âWe went out constantly but we also worked so much,â he told W magazine. âGoing out only made us more creative.â
âEven if I am doing a manâs suit, I try to make it feminine.â
YVES SAINT LAURENT
The Austrian actor Helmut Berger was the perfect poster-boy for Saint Laurentâs Rive Gauche Pour Homme; he and the designer were physically similar and equally ambiguously seductive. Here, Berger wears an evening tunic, satin pants, and belt with metal butterfly buckle. Photograph by David Bailey, 1971.
âAre you visibly Saint Laurent?â asked Vogue of these âwicked black chiffons, shrugged off the shouldersâ photographed by Guy Bourdin in 1977, styled by Grace Coddington using models Kathy Quirk, Audrey Matson, and Carrie Nygren. Every item was signature Rive Gauche, ranging from the feathered chiffon, gilt, and silk braid accessories to the iconic black satin, gold lace shoes.
âDRESSING IS A WAY OF LIFE.â
YVES SAINT LAURENT
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Vogueâs AndrĂ© Leon Talley recalled a night out on the town with Saint Laurent and Betty Catroux. âDressed to the nines for a night at Le Sept club, we would start at his apartment on rue de Babylone. First we might sit in his grand salon, with a Goya perched on an artistâs easel surrounded by Picassos mounted on the walls and museum quality Art Deco furniture. Downstairs in the white library, we fueled ourselves with caviar and chilled Stolichnaya like runners before a marathon.â Occasionally, Saint Laurentâs absent-minded behavior needed to be watched. One of his âubiquitous dangling cigarettesâ caused a fire on the white couch that Catroux and Leon Talley quickly doused âwith water from the ice bucket.â
During that period, Leon Talley described Saint Laurent as speaking âlike a shy schoolchild, startled at being called upon to talk.â âBut in top form, and in private, he was wickedly witty and funny: his imitations of competitors were nothing less than mini theatrical productions,â he wrote. When staying at ChĂąteau Gabriel, the Normandy retreat where BergĂ© would deposit guests by helicopter, and was decorated by interior designer Jacques Grange, Leon Talley was tickled by how every guest room was named after a character from Proustâs A la Recherche du Temps Perdu. âM...