As I write today, the funerals of Monsieur, as Yves Saint-Laurent was known, are taking place at Paris's Eglise Saint-Roch, which has been considered the church of the artists for over 450 years. His ashes will be kept in the legendary gardens of his Marrakech home; maybe he would have liked the peony above - it reminded me of the exquisite roses on Laetitia Casta's head and dress, which concluded Saint-Laurent's final show.
Saint-Laurent was more than a designer or a couturier; he was an artist. With his pant suits and tuxedos, he empowered women without making them look like porn stars or sex workers, a current trend I loathe; "his" women looked happy, not jaded or on drugs. Among my favorite pieces by the master are his Mondrian dress and his Russian-inspired designs.
There have been countless tributes to Saint-Laurent over the past few days. I especially recommend Chloe's post and an interview with Suzy Menkes, the Herald Tribune's excellent fashion critic.
Saint-Laurent is survived by his mother, his partner Pierre Bergé, muses such as Catherine Deneuve, as well as thousands of women who will wear his creations and love him always.
Update: see images of the funerals, and read an article including passages from Pierre Bergé's moving eulogy.