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...about who is going to wear them." In Norell's trousers, which are cut straight from the hip, any woman who is not reed-thin is apt to look like a walking example of cluster zoning. A well-curved curple is absolutely essential, too, for the Yves St. Laurent pants suits that are the cat's pajamas at the moment. Although some of St. Laurent's designs are splendidly elegant, they are certainly not meant to be worn by size 14 women. Yet St. Laurent makes and sells them in size...
...fact, the story of La Prisonnière is downright repugnant. The mistress (Elisabeth Wiener) of a with-it artist (Bernard Fresson) falls for the owner of her lover's gallery. The owner (Laurent Terzieff) looks like the sort of tubercular pervert who might peddle pornographic pictures to schoolchildren, but he gets his kicks from having fun with adults. He ties his girls in chains, photographs them in submissive attitudes, fondles and then bullies them into abject sexual surrender. The whole thing is pretty disgusting, what with the heroine being degraded, her lover becoming murderously outraged, and the dirty...
...winter playground for the rich. It is also the vistas, the warm climate (daytime temperatures rarely dip below 80° except in the mountains and on the coast) and the languid, inshallah ("as God wills") pace of life. "It's all very exotic," says Paris Couturier Yves St. Laurent, who has purchased a tiny villa in Marrakesh. "Here I don't work at all, or even think. This is my refuge from the world...
Pierre Cardin is the Parisian fashion designer who first put models in crash helmets, matched short skirts with colored stockings and more recently dressed men and women in futuristic space suits. Fashion experts rank him among the top five trend-setting designers, along with Yves St. Laurent, Courreges, Ungaro and the House of Dior. As haute couture's top entrepreneur, however, Cardin has no equal...
...drift of Sagan's seventh novel, which is a little more weird than her usual blend of native wit and updated Colette. The characters and setting are American, but Dorothy Seymour, Hollywood scriptwriter, may as well be one of Sagan's Parisian cocottes: she wears St. Laurent copies, vacations on the Riviera, suffers liver attacks and has a quintessentially Gallic attitude toward love. Her latest suitor, Paul Brett, is another familiar Sagan figure, the older protector, handsome, successful, slightly triste-well he may be, putting up, as he does, with the fickle, indiscreet heroine...