L'Amour Fou

 

I watched the YSL documentary L'Amour Fou last night. So sweet and so sad. The love between them, their incredible art collection, their beautiful houses and, most importantly, the amazing pieces of art that YSL created in his career in fashion. A visionary, a true artist. Even in his struggle. I loved that he was such an intellectual as well. The whole idea that fashion is superficial has never sat well with me. YSL named every room in his country home after a Proust character. And his genius and creativity can be seen in the clothes that he created. He had the ability of  translating his times into designs while also anticipating the future. Such an inspiration. 

So, I'm dedicating this to Yves:

“The only true voyage, the only bath in the Fountain of Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to see the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to see the hundred universes that each of them sees, that each of them is; and this we do [with great artists]; with artists like these we do really fly from star to star." (Marcel Proust)

Thank you for allowing me to fly from star to star.

P.S. Who inspires you?

P.P.S. And let's call him Yves Saint Laurent. That sounds so much better than YSL!!!!!

Thank you, honey

Never ask your husband to be honest.

I've been talking about what to do next with my hair for weeks now. Shall I get a bob, put layers in it, try ombré, go darker, try a new hairstylist … blah blah blah. So the other night, after listening to me for the umpteenth time, my husband looks at my hair, and with an open sincere heart tells me ”Yes, you're right, you should get a new cut... your hair... looks tired”. That was it... my heart broke into a million pieces... silently...

... and for the whole week-end I felt SO self-conscious... I kept thinking “My hair looks tired, my hair looks tired, my hair looks tired”. I braided it, I pony-tailed it, I knotted it... but I could not hide to the world or to myself that my hair... looks TIRED.

Thank you, honey.