At Yves Saint Laurent, I felt like the son-in-law - like I was part of the family, but not quite. When I was fired, I felt like the widow.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was kind of ashamed of my bourgeois family as a teenager, I guess - I had dreadlocks, shopped in thrift stores and pretended I had no money. At that time, I would have spat on a girl who was buying Yves Saint Laurent.
I've shared the fate of many working mothers; I felt guilty like them.
My earliest influences were Coco Chanel and Yves Saint Laurent.
Yves Saint Laurent was my first fashion show. I wore his tuxedo. And Helmut Newton was my first photographer, in 1973. I was really very lucky. I had an amazing career.
What I like about Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium is that it's an understated scent that's somehow familiar.
When I met my designs in the market of a remote village in the West Indies, or in the airport restaurant in Zurich, I felt like the mother of many well-behaved children.
My mother was the center of the family.
Monsieur Saint Laurent was pathologically shy, and he made the Saint Laurent woman in his own image. Like her, I am shy. And to protect myself, I adopted something of an androgynous look, just as his women did.
I didn't feel I belonged in so perfect a family.
Yves Saint Laurent was the first person who made me feel like a woman.