Saint Laurent Page #2

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dressed in leather.

All they do is work on their bikes

like mechanics.

No story, no dialogue...

I forget who made the film.

Let's see it. It sounds fun.

My Berg

I love you but I won't follow you blindly.

You can vanish here too

without realizing it.

What would you do?

Nothing.

Perfect. I'll come and help.

Only money and his power interest him.

When he arrives,

you can hear his balls knocking.

He's a monster.

Do you know why?

Because he's ugly!

He has a hang-up about his size

and his big nose.

I'm 33 and I feel 100.

I've had no life. I'm old.

I have no life.

I have to go and do the finishing touches.

What are you doing?

I'm dancing.

...as cherry pie Americans taught

the black people to be violent.

I saw.

I'Il wait for you in the lounge.

The turban?

The flea market.

The jacket?

Ossie Clark.

The skirt?

My mother.

The blouse?

The flea market. In London.

The bracelet?

A napkin ring pinched from a restaurant.

And that silly first name?

No one can manage

Louise Le Bailly de La Falaise.

So Loulou is simpler.

The freckles?

Ireland. On my mother's side.

The posh accent?

My father.

The Count.

The shoes?

The Clignancourt flea market.

It's a complete mess but I love it.

Hello, Mr. Saint Laurent.

I'll fetch your coat.

Give me all my coats.

This one...

That one...

Those at the back too. I'll take them all.

Even the copies. I'll burn them all.

Magnificent!

The final scene from a musical

that I'll stage in Paris,

London and on Broadway.

It's called Vicious.

It's set in New York

in a completely underground world

already verging on the popular.

I, Samantha...

...I go on with a huge chorus of women

who all work in fashion, of course.

All dressed as endives in tribute

to our friend Endive Warhol.

Opposite her, opposite Samantha,

there's a man.

And what a man he is!

Johnny.

Of course!

He stood up as I approached

Once up, he was smaller

I told myself

It's in the bag!

That cutie there is for my bed!

He only came up to my shoulder...

Look how beautiful she is.

Champagne makes you say sweet words.

Not at all. You don't realize.

One wouldn't see that in Paris.

You don't see how ugly the street is.

Hideously ugly.

The end of civilization, the Collapse,

the decline, that's what we're seeing.

You complain,

but you dress the world.

I don't complain.

If we must go on,

let's do something important,

rather than stupidly sell

just anything anywhere.

It's as if I were modeling nude,

so we'Il see what happens.

If the dresses don't sell, we'll sell the firm.

You all heard.

Yves is ready to drown our child.

Let him suffocate.

Let his body float like a jellyfish.

Yves, you're worse than Callas.

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