Fashion: June 2008 Archives
And it is usually his mother.
I am reminded of this when reading the obits of Yves St. Laurent, who died this past week.
About fifteen years ago as part of co-authoring Marvin Traub's memoirs, I accompanied on his last visit to the Paris collections as head of Bloomingdale's. At one event, a cocktail party, I found myself talking to a very nice, very well put-together and ageless seeming older woman who was, in fact, Yves St; Laurent's mother. She had a sparkle to her and it was clear that she was a force in her son's life. She was the first one he showed his drawings and designs to, the first he designed dresses for... and I noted in the obituaries that she survives him.
I am reminded of this when reading the obits of Yves St. Laurent, who died this past week.
About fifteen years ago as part of co-authoring Marvin Traub's memoirs, I accompanied on his last visit to the Paris collections as head of Bloomingdale's. At one event, a cocktail party, I found myself talking to a very nice, very well put-together and ageless seeming older woman who was, in fact, Yves St; Laurent's mother. She had a sparkle to her and it was clear that she was a force in her son's life. She was the first one he showed his drawings and designs to, the first he designed dresses for... and I noted in the obituaries that she survives him.
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