the seminarian and the madman
by Douglas Messerli
Jacques Fieschi, Jalil Lespert,
Jérémie Guez, and Marie-Pierre Huster (screenplay, based on Laurence Benaïm’s Yves Saint Laurent), Jalil Lespert
(director) Yves Saint Laurent / 2014
Jalil Lespert’s 2014 film on the
life of French clothes designer Yves Saint Laurent is, at least according to
the standard biographies of the subject, fairly accurate, although it is clear
that much of it is from the viewpoint of Saint Laurent’s manager/lover Pierre
Bergé.
Eventually I’d like to see a film made about Bergé himself, who, on his
first day in Paris served as a human buffer as the great poet and
film-scripter, Jacques Prévert who fell at his feet him from a window as Bergé
moved out on a stroll down the Champs-Élysées!
At the age
of 18 in La Rochelle, I decided to leave my family. The day
I arrived in Paris, I
went for a walk on the Champs-Elysées when
suddenly I saw a man
go through a French window, fall through the
air, grab at a store
sign and crash at my feet. He was bleeding profusely.
An ambulance arrived
and took him to Marmottan hospital. The next day,
I discovered in the
newspapers that it had been Jacques Prévert.
I have always
considered it an omen that the same day I got to Paris,
a poet fell on my
head.
Soon
after, Bergé became the artist Bernard Buffet’s (not, incidentally, one of my
favorite artists) lover, and was an important figure in selling that artist’s
work. And in 1958, after meeting the young Saint Laurent, he fell in love with
the budding seminarian-looking designer from Algeria, establishing not only a
romantic relationship, but becoming the guiding force of Saint Laurent’s noted Yves Saint Laurent Haute Couture, which
the young designer founded after taking over from the equally renowned
Christian Dior. The two first met, without actually knowing it, at Dior’s
funeral in 1957, the date in which Lespert’s film begins.
That relationship, which is at the center
of Lespert’s film, was certainly a turbulent one, with Bergé (Guillaume
Gallienne)—serving as the saner front-man for the often and increasingly
fragile Saint Laurent (Pierre Niney), who despite his first great success at
Dior was soon after exiled from the Avenue Montaigne couture heaven with the
excuse of the designer’s having been called up for the military (an impossible
position for Saint Laurent, particularly had he been called to serve in his
native Algeria, fighting to save the very French privileged world in which he
grown up). The designer had what was clearly a nervous breakdown, perhaps
initiated through drugs and a diagnosis of bi-polar behavior by the military
hospital in which he was interred; but again, it was Bergé who came to the
rescue, demanding that his lover chose between life or death, sanity or
madness. Saint Laurent chose work.
And then, as time moved on, and Saint Laurent had numerous successes
through his Mondrian shift dress, his Sharienne safari jacket, the “Le Smoking
trouser suit, Catherine Deneuve’s wardrobe from Belle de Jour, and his numerous kaftans and other lighter wear,
influenced by the
But, like so many artists of history, success, particularly in the 1960s
and 70s, also meant excess, as the former abstentious Saint Laurent, moved
heavily into drinking, cocaine, hashish and other drugs, as well as wilder and
wilder sex parties. By 1976, Bergé and Saint Laurent had broken up, although
Bergé continued to serve him as the administrator of the company.
Saint Laurent had, meanwhile, taken up with Karl Lagerfield’s (Nikolai Kinski) boyfriend, the equally troubled Jacques de Bascher (Xavier Lafitte), which further resulted in the life-long hatred between the two competing designers.
Yet Bergé’s love remained, and in 2008, a few days before Saint
Laurent’s death of brain cancer (the diagnosis of which Bergé had kept from his
former lover—who argued, along with several other friends and the doctor, that
Saint Laurent would not have been able to psychologically deal with the truth)
the couple were joined in a civil ceremony of a same-sex marriage. And it was
Bergé who took over their vast art collections—which sold for millions after
Saint Laurent’s death—and who became the head of the Fondation Pierre Bergé-Yves
Saint Laurent, which loaned out the real costumes to help make Lespert’s movie.
Los Angeles, August 11, 2016
Reprinted from US Cinema Review (August 11, 2016).





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