Le plus beau vêtement qui puisse habiller une femme, ce sont les bras de l’homme qu’elle aime. Mais, pour celles qui n’ont pas eu la chance de trouver ce bonheur, je suis là.
YVES SAINT LAURENTLe plus beau vêtement qui puisse habiller une femme, ce sont les bras de l’homme qu’elle aime. Mais, pour celles qui n’ont pas eu la chance de trouver ce bonheur, je suis là.
YVES SAINT LAURENTOver the years I have learned that what is important in a dress is the woman who is wearing it.
YVES SAINT LAURENTSeeing Cubism paintings at the Beaubourg makes me very happy and also old films.
YVES SAINT LAURENTI couldn’t love a woman who inspired me to be totally disinterested. If I fell in love with a woman for an artistic reason, or from the point of view of my work, I think it would rob her of something.
YVES SAINT LAURENTBlue Jeans? They should be worn by farm girls milking cows!
YVES SAINT LAURENTI prefer to shock rather than to bore through repetition.
YVES SAINT LAURENTFashions pass quickly, and nothing is more pathetic than those puppets of fashion outrageously made up one day, pale the next, pleated or ironed stiff, libertine or ascetic.
YVES SAINT LAURENTWhen you feel good in a clothing anything can happen.
YVES SAINT LAURENTI love bows, … And I feel some couture pots coming on.
YVES SAINT LAURENTDressing is a way of life.
YVES SAINT LAURENTThe street and me is a love story. 1971 is a great date because, finally, fashion took to the street.
YVES SAINT LAURENTYou should be able to use the pieces you already own and add to them. Because they are like timeless classics.
YVES SAINT LAURENTDressing is a way of life. It brings you joy. It can give you freedom and liberation, help you to find yourself and to move without restraint. Isn’t elegance forgetting what one is wearing?
YVES SAINT LAURENTI don’t really like knees.
YVES SAINT LAURENTFashion is like a party. Getting dressed is preparing to play a role.
YVES SAINT LAURENTI like to watch the way a model moves in my clothes, the way she gives them life, or if they are wrong, stillborn, the way her life rejects them.
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