a thing of beauty
i was blown away by yves saint laurent exhibition
such profound beauty in his designs without inhibition
shot permitted off tv screening
invoking father’s haute couture memories he created for me
not ysl but it was divine to be clothed in his pure inner beauty
i was born the year ysl understudied with dior
he liberated women with his pantaloon collection cure
i loved his “artist” and colorful cultural phases
he clothed paloma picasso, princess of monaco and drew inspiration from various places
spain, morocco, africa, orient, cutting across races
indeed john keats…
a thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
its loveliness increases; it will never
pass into nothingness; but still will keep
a bower quiet for us, and a sleep
full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing….