Taking over the house of Dior at the nubile age of 21, YSL was praised throughout his career (he retired in 2002) for his classic and never outdated silhouettes, but the silhouette we’d like to pay our respects to unsurprisingly, is his own. Tall, lanky, with cheekbones that could give Bowie a run for his money, Yves was actually, undeniably a total babe. Even if he hadn’t been a suave and good-looking Parisian fox throughout his life, we’d be swooning over him anyway because he was so stylish, talented, and psychotically cool. While the fashion world mourns the loss of a true savant, honor his memory through sexy and possibly inappropriate daydreams, only at The Sword.
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I can get behind his nude torso, even though there’s a touch of necrophilia there, but I absolute can not abide by the resurrection of those awful Matisse outfits from 2002.