I'm a mild man, but I have violent tastes.
I think I would be more suited to the couture side of the business!
We were emerging from the period of war, of uniforms, of women-soldiers built like boxers. I drew women-flowers, soft shoulders, fine waists like liana and wide skirts like corolla.
In a machine age, dressmaking is one of the last refuges of the human, the personal, the inimitable.
A dress is a piece of ephemeral architecture, designed to enhance the proportions of the female body.
Much has been written about fashion, in all its aspects, but i do not think any couturier has ever before attempted to compile a dictionary on the subject.
It is unforgivable to do what one doesn't love especially if one succeeds.
A woman's perfume tells more about her than her handwriting.
Many people dismiss haute couture as being something that is only for those who are very wealthy… simplicity, good taste, and grooming are the three fundamentals of good dressing and these do not cost money.
It is quite a revolution, dear Christian. Your dresses have such a new look. They are quite wonderful you know.
He was very fond of his grandmother, who came to live not far from the family when she sold her home in Angers. She brought with her the handsome Napolean III drawing-room suite with empire chairs that went to furnish Christian’s favorite room, the parlor.
This was certainly at the root of my intense dislike of machinery, and my firm determination never to work in an office or anything of that nature.
My dream is to save women from nature.
Zest is the secret of all beauty. There is no beauty that is attractive without zest.
Women are most fascinating between the ages of 35 and 40 after they have won a few races and know how to pace themselves. Since few women ever pass 40, maximum fascination can continue indefinitely.
I used to have frequent arguments with my father which ended in doors slamming and the ultimate expletive ‘Filthy bougeois
Bright reds – scarlet, pillar-box red, crimson or cherry – are very cheerful and youthful.
If my poor maman had still been alive, I would never have tried
My mother whom I adored, secretly wasted away and died of grief…; her death…marked me for life.
