Today, Yves Saint Laurent can stand back and take in the work he has accomplished. Looking over his shoulder, he may catch a glimpse of that teenage boy who dreamt of glory so many years ago. He can at last stretch out his hand and show him that beyond glory lies another truth, that of the ultimate confrontation between creator and his creation...
Yves Saint Laurent makes me feel like a bird...he makes me believe my dreams..because, as Nabokov said , he is an artist who build his house of cards and watch the house of cards to become a castle of gleaming steel and glass.....