|Easter colors all around. 3:50 PM. Photo: JH.|
|Monday, April 25, 2011. Overcast weekend with some Sun on Saturday and lots of rain on Sunday, washing the streets and the air and bringing warmer temperatures.
Back in town. Thursday afternoon I left my reading glasses in a taxi. I know you can often retrieve lost items. I called 311. Had my receipt. When I read it off to the person at 311, they couldn’t find that medallion number. Got referred to the web site. Got the “Currently unable ...” message. Friday I went to my opthamologist to get a new pair.
|When I got out my cab to go to the doctor’s office on 65th and Park, I noticed that the next block had both the flowering trees and the Ryman rose garden.
|It was overcast in the early afternoon and still quite chilly. Walking down East 65th, however, I was still struck by all the flowering beauty around us. I also took that picture of the trio of townhouses – obviously built at the same time and by the same (probably) real estate developer – on the block between Park and Lex. They’re so elegant. Then I got the quite residential building on the corner with the sort of “Tudor” style (?) façade because, if you look closely you will see a little pear sapling sprouting its baby blossoms. And right across the street in the front yard of St. Vincent Ferrer Roman Catholic Church is another beauty.|
|The corners of 65th and Lexington Avenues, 3:30 pm on Friday.|
|The northwest corner of the same block on Lexington.|
|Five blocks up Lexington, in front of Sette Mezzo.|
|At 72nd Street and Lexington, I stopped in at Le Décor Francais to say hello to its owner Jacqueline Coumans (see HOUSE). Jacqueline had this amazing “sofa chair” (my description) by her desk. It turned out to be the design of her son Hadrien who was also in the shop at that moment. The chair is extremely comfortable, and really only for one but really luxurious to sit in. They made only 2 – one specifically for a client, and this one. Price $4000.|
|On 74th and Third Avenue, looking down the block to Second Avenue.|
|Saturday afternoon Zabar’s run. This bench is located on Broadway and 80th Street, on the island. The left bench has this plaque. The Diana of the “Diana and Doug” is Diana Biedermann who happens to be a friend of mine – and I’ve actually run into her sometimes in warmer weather, sitting there.|
|Midas touching. Over the weekend I watched L’Amour Fou, the new documentary about the sale of the Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé Collection at Christie’s two years ago. Actually it’s the story of Yves Saint Laurent’s rise and fall. Actually it’s the story of the relationship of Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé. Actually it’s the story of Pierre Berge’s life. Actually Yves Saint Laurent is the story of Pierre Berge’s life. Period.
Modern documentaries are more and more like movies. And frequently much more engaging and interesting (and satisfying). They tell stories and the good ones touch you. The subjects and narrators are the actors.
It opens with Yves delivering a black and white video speech about his life, reading the explanation of his decision to leave the fashion business, as well as acknowledging his battle – which he conquered – with alcohol and drugs. In the video, which is black and white, he is aging and awkwardly plumpish; and permanently pained, or angry. He looks harassed. You feel his intense discomfort. You can see that he must want to just finish this “speech” and get out of there.
The camera moves to color and Bergé recalling their life, from the beginning, recalling Yves’ early history and why he was fired from Dior after succeeding the master and producing a winning line. Bergé met him around the time it happened.
It is interesting to see the young men at their beginning and to compare it to what age and lifestyle can do. The young Bergé is handsome with a shrewd, bantam-like energy. You can see he was not someone to mess with. Yves is tall and skinny and equine. And painfully shy. They had met a small dinner given by a friend in a restaurant in Montmartre and there was a mutual attraction. Soon after they were living together.
There is an unmistakable similarity to the paths taken by Valentino and Giancarlo which also explains the designer’s great financial success and fame. The personalities of the two couples are very different, however. V and G may have emotional turbulence but apparently know how to enjoy themselves and surround themselves with friends. Yves had his great friend Betty Catroux and his muse Lou Lou, and the protector in Pierre, but he was still alone in his despair.
He was always a delicate boy. I say that empathically. He was the most he could be and when it worked, it was genius as well as hugely successful. However, when he became a “success” his natural disposition couldn’t place it within his shell. He found his way out with drugs and alcohol. It is always a fool’s journey but a common, even ordinary one, as many of us know.
All of this story is told in the film while we tour their vast collection -- the art, the objets, the sculptures, their houses, their gardens, all amidst Bergé’s on-screen narrative. As the story moves along the auction house specialists and movers begin to appear in the background, going through everything in preparing for the sale. Bergé is disposing of their lifetime together collecting. Yves is gone. Everything must go.
You realize when watching that Bergé is now an old man a putting things in order. His manner is deliberate. He speaks slowly and thoughtfully. All is said without a trace of private emotion. I don’t understand French well, but the brief subtitles do the job well. You learn that in their relationship Bergé, besides being companion, was caretaker as well as financial adviser, and therefore very powerful. Without him Yves would never have been YSL. Never. That’s Berge’s genius.
He seems unfettered and unmoved by this enormous de-acquisition of a history he shared with another. Instead, the seasoned executive carries out his decisions with certainty and authority, like an old and shrewd banker tying up loose ends.
The sale itself which took place in two parts at the Grand Palais in 2009 was one of the great social events of the year and maybe the decade. It was also the greatest private sale of its kind ever. We watch Bergé watching the bidding go into the stratosphere. Like the buyers and spectators, he sometimes applauds the final gavel on an item. Sometimes there is a slight smile of satisfaction. Remorse or regrets are not visible.
|In better days; Yves and Pierre in their Paris residence.|
|For some of those attending it was the epilogue of a life and time that has passed for good for everyone. The total sales was a record, somewhere around a half-billion dollars. For Bergé it was Le Finis which he handled in probably the same way he handled Yves: moving forward. For Yves you realized the gravity of that cliché “money can’t buy happiness.” Neither can genius. For Pierre, you may never know.
There was something dark about the auction at the Grand Palais, like a picking over of the bones of the prey. That’s L’Amour Fou. The other side of paradise.