Escape From Nowheresville

I just read about the new Saint Laurent store on Avenue Montaigne and it really sounds like my kind of store. No, really, my store. Right down to the Byrds on the soundtrack. I have loved YSL in every incarnation. When I was in middle school I would tear out sketches from the New York Times and my grandmother would whip up heavy silk crepe ruffled blouses, Russian tunics, plaid taffeta gypsy skirts. Later, in college, I inherited a perfectly tailored black gabardine blazer with black and silver shantung burmudas. By the time I was working I added two sahariennes, long sleeve and sleeveless. I invested heavily in the Tom Ford years and still wear some of those pieces. I remember the day Opium was introduced. I had just returned from a summer studying in Spain, feeling out of my element, when I smelled it, something so different, truly like a narcotic. It became my signature for a while. I like the new Slimane YSL. The merchandise I’ve seen in the stores is so clean and appealing. Now it has a home.

SPM