Actually, I love that dress. I would wear it every damn day.
Also: howcum celebrities get to do this kind of crap to their hair all the time and it never falls out? Are they genetically different? Bred somewhere on an island where the Supremes, the Monkees, and Abba are holed up, pumping out eugenically perfect pop stars? It would explain a lot, when you think about it.
This will get your juices flowing!
Cross-posted from TeenyManolo
Yves Saint Laurent, one of the greatest forces in fashion history, has died at the age of 71. His career was a testament not only to beauty and to women but also to his tenacity and struggle with disabilities both physical and mental. That he created so much of enduring worth is an eloquent and astonishing legacy, entirely due to his unceasing battle with and sometimes-victory over those challenges, and culture itself has been enriched by his body of work.
Here is some of it: His second collection, from 1962.
I was never a Saint Laurent woman, nor ever will be, but the immaculate, sexy, unattainable, vaguely bondage-inclined goddess is an icon of the Twentieth Century and such women as Catherine Deneuve, Loulou de la Falaise, Gisele Bundchen, and Linda Evangelista owe a large part of their fame to their ability to inspire and collaborate with YSL. Whether he invented the archetype, or whether he simply discovered and dressed it is something for historians to debate. He changed the very possibilities of feminine identity, and he did it always from a perspective of deep respect and love.
The YSL Manifesto. Let his own work stand as his eulogy:
As we at the ol’ raincoaster blog understand it, Spring is late in coming to parts of the world, and in such times our thoughts go always to those more primitive, dependent species: cephalopods, crustaceans, and government contractors.
Alas, we do not know, for it is not recorded, what became of the famed lobster of Gérard de Nerval, but we would not be at all surprised to discover it still lumbering mournfully around Paris, seeking its owner and the subtle secrets that only dreams can tell…
But what if it’s chilly? Does this living national treasure of Symboilist Symbolist Poetry shivver in the chill miasma rising off the Seine? I shudder to think it.
Behold, the solution:
Boris Johnson‘s ban on open booze on London public transit has certainly brought out the best in his fellow citizens. What better way to prove that drinking on the Tube is a perfectly civilized activity and nothing that Londoners can’t handle than to Facebook a few thousand of your closest strangers and get knee-walking, vomit-comet drunk on the last night of booze-freedom?
The Guardian reports:
Police arrested 17 people and closed six London Underground stations after a party to mark the last day of legal drinking on the Tube ended in chaotic scenes.
Four train drivers and three other London Underground staff were assaulted, one police vehicle was damaged and two officers assaulted and another injured.
Witnesses said the stench of alcohol on the network was overpowering and that people were “being sick all over the place”. Drunken partygoers began fighting and vomiting as the midnight ban on drinking drew nearer.
Way to go, London! That will show them you can handle your booze.
From the BBC:
Londoner Matt Wynn, 43, a banker, said: “I’ve come along with a bottle of Champagne because I want to show that you can drink responsibly on the Tube and not cause trouble.”
But others took a different approach from the beginning.
Peter Moore, 35, a sailor from Brighton, said he had downed a can of beer in 10 seconds. “It’s sweaty on there, but I’m going round and round until I vomit,” he said…
As Saturday night wore on, eyewitnesses described how drunken partygoers began fighting and vomiting, ripping up maps and adverts, spilling alcohol and leaving debris.
British Transport Police said there was a “large amount” of instances of disorder reported.Liverpool Street underground station was closed to ease overcrowding for several hours. Other Tube stations closed by police were Euston, Euston Square, Aldgate, Gloucester Road and Baker Street.
Let’s go to YouTube for a closer look at what really happened, shall we?
remind you of anything?
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