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Dressing women has long been the bag of Couturier Yves St. Laurent. Nobody knows better than he the way to a lady's checkbook. The way to a man's, though, seems to have been too much of a problem for the flame-haired designer. To plug his new line of male fragrances, St. Laurent simply took all his clothes off and collapsed in a full-page advertising spread in the French edition of Vogue. The Paris Couturiers' Association unofficially declared itself "astonished." Vogue admitted it was "a little surprised." Said Yves, "I wanted shock...
...Today, after a lapse of several years, sweater fever is once again gripping the fashion world. In Manhattan, Paris, Los Angeles and London, the young are falling upon gaudily decorated knit tops like moths upon tweed. Top-ranking designers such as Bill Blass, Anne Klein, Valentino and Yves St. Laurent are making the sweater an essential part of their new layered-look lines. Those twin oracles of the fashion world, Vogue and Eugenia Sheppard, agree on its popularity: "Fashion is a sweater this fall," says Eugenia, while Vogue stretches things further to call this "the year of the sweater...
Everything in Laurent's life seems happily unimportant until he begins to make discoveries that we take quite seriously: his priest-teacher, while lecturing him on masturbation, puts his hands around Laurent's thigh; Laurent jealously discovers that his mother has a lover, and then discovers that his doctor-father doesn't seem to care. ("You have to be a saint in this profession," says the gynecologist, but we suspect he's not about to be canonized.) And when, after being hauled off to a roadhouse-brothel by his brothers, Laurent has a small measure of success with a prostitute...
...prescription, conveniently enough, is a rest-cure at Bourbon Les Bains, a typically French resort for the well-to-do where the guests nurse their hypochondria with daily doses of mineral water and gossip. At the baths, Mother's attempts at strict motherliness break down under close quarters, and Laurent asserts his maturity by taking on the role of her public escort. His pride is deflated when she leaves him for a two-day stay with her old lover, and Laurent retaliates by dressing up in her clothes and mimicking her conversations with the man. His confidence bounces back only...
That's exactly what happens. After a drunken Bastille Day Party, the long-prepared for event finally takes place. Laurent's mother-turned-lover helps him to get over his sudden shame with very genuine tenderness. "We'll remember it as a rare moment that will never happen again...I'll remember it without remorse...