“1967 was a vintage year in the history of muses, those extraordinary creatures endowed with an irresistible and mysterious je ne sais quoi that kindles the imagination and inspiration of artists.” —Olivier Lalanne
Betty Catroux, Yves Saint Laurent: Feminine Singular is a memoir of sorts, a love letter, the anatomy of a friendship that was more like a romance as well as an endearing and melancholy trip down memory lane. Melancholy in a way that is not teary but joyous, that expounds on friends who were more than just kindred spirits with their singular vision of how life should be led, warts and all. The depth of their relationship is something that very few of us ever get to experience in life.
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