By the western coast of Manhattan, a kind of Hudson River Riviera, the black-clad masses could be seen from blocks away, like ants. Their jeans were tight, their tops polka-dotted, their hair lank and stringy, and they were lining up for passage — not a yacht, but a ferry. To one side, Louis Garrel, the brooding, dark-eyed poster boy of cinematic hauteur, was vaping in thoughtful solitude. Paris had relocated to New Jersey for an evening, at the behest of Saint Laurent. Since 2016, Saint Laurent has been under the direction of Anthony Vaccarello, a quiet designer with a taste for a high slit.

Source: New York Times June 07, 2018 20:48 UTC