Yves Saint Laurent
The Melancholy Genius of the Scissors
I sculpted dreams in silk and shadow.
From the heat of Oran to the gasp of Paris, I have spoken in stitches and silhouettes. My hands have trembled not from doubt, but from the weight of visions too sharp for the world to bear. I dressed muses, built revolutions in muslin, and paid for every creation with a piece of my soul. Let them wear my clothes — they wear my ghosts too.
What I'm Into: the Mondrian grid, black like a wound, women who do not apologize, scarlet linings, my drafting table at dawn
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