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## The Last Fitting

Marcus Wright··4 min

The Last Fitting

Yves Saint Laurent stood in front of a mirror at 5 avenue Marceau in January 1962, pinning a black wool crêpe jacket on a house model named Victoire. The shoulders sat square. The waist nipped without distortion. He had shown his first collection under his own name three days earlier, and the orders were already backing up in the atelier. He was twenty-five.

The jacket became known as the smoking. It was not the first dinner jacket cut for a woman—Marlene Dietrich had worn one thirty years prior—but it was the first to leave a couture house with the house's full endorsement. Saint Laurent did not invent androgyny. He gave it an address.

Pierre Bergé, his business partner and later his companion, had found the money. The American textile heir J. Mack Robinson put up the capital. Bergé negotiated the lease and the staff contracts. Saint Laurent cut the clothes. It was a functional arrangement, and it worked for forty years.

The Dior Years

Saint Laurent had arrived at Christian Dior in 1955, aged nineteen, after submitting sketches to Vogue. Michel de Brunhoff, the magazine's Paris editor, passed them to Dior, who hired him on sight. He spent two years learning construction, drape, and how a collection moved through fittings. When Dior died of a heart attack in 1957, the house elevated Saint Laurent to artistic director. He was twenty-one.

His first collection for Dior, the Trapeze line, sold well. The silhouette was young—higher hemlines, a looser waist—and it moved the house away from the cinched formality that had defined Dior's New Look a decade earlier. The press called it a success. The next collection, inspired by the Left Bank, was less warmly received. Dior's financial backers wanted refinement, not turtlenecks.

In 1960, Saint Laurent was conscripted into the French army during the Algerian War. He served twenty days before a nervous collapse led to his discharge and hospitalisation. By the time he returned to Paris, Dior had replaced him with Marc Bohan. He sued for wrongful dismissal and won a settlement. Bergé suggested they start their own house.

A House on Avenue Marceau

The first Saint Laurent collection showed in January 1962. It included the smoking, a pea coat in navy wool, and a series of day dresses with clean, architectural lines. The silhouette was slim but not restrictive. The palette leaned into black, navy, and white, with occasional punctuation in red or fuchsia. There were no ruffles.

The house grew quickly. By 1966, Saint Laurent had opened Rive Gauche, a ready-to-wear line that brought the couture aesthetic to a broader market. The name referenced the Left Bank, but the clothes were not especially bohemian. They were precise. A safari jacket in khaki cotton. A belted trench. A shirt dress that could be worn to an office or a dinner without adjustment.

Saint Laurent's references were eclectic and he did not hide them. He looked at Mondrian's colour blocks and turned them into wool shift dresses in 1965. He referenced Russian constructivism, Chinese opera, African textiles, and the uniforms of the French Foreign Legion. He did not claim to invent these motifs. He translated them into garments that could be worn in Paris, New York, or London without explanation.

The smoking became the house's signature, but it was not the only piece that mattered. The trench coat, cut in gabardine with a belt that actually cinched. The jumpsuit, shown first in 1968, which borrowed from workwear but fit like eveningwear. The blouse, often sheer, always structured. These were not decorative exercises. They were working clothes for women who had jobs and opinions.

What Remains

Saint Laurent retired in 2002. His final couture show was held at the Centre Pompidou in front of two thousand guests. He appeared briefly at the end, visibly unwell, and did not speak. He died in 2008.

The house continued under a series of designers. Tom Ford took over ready-to-wear in 1999, three years before Saint Laurent's retirement, and turned the brand into a commercial juggernaut. Ford's work was louche and overtly sexual in a way Saint Laurent's had never quite been, but it sold. Stefano Pilati followed in 2004 with a quieter, more architectural approach. Hedi Slimane arrived in 2012, dropped "Yves" from the name, and moved the entire operation to Los Angeles. His work was narrow-shouldered, rock-and-roll, and divisive. Anthony Vaccarello took over in 2016 and is still there.

Vaccarello's Saint Laurent is sleek, dark, and unapologetically Parisian. The smoking reappears each season in slightly different proportions. The trench is still in the lineup. The silhouette is long and lean, often verging on severe. It is not what Saint Laurent was designing in the 1970s, but it is not trying to be. The house has moved on.

What remains is a vocabulary. The smoking is now shorthand for a certain kind of polished androgyny, worn by women who want to look like they have somewhere to be. The safari jacket has been copied by every high street brand with a spring collection. The jumpsuit, once a radical proposition, is now a wardrobe staple—though few are cut as well as the original.

Saint Laurent understood that fashion was not about invention. It was about editing. He took existing forms—military jackets, men's tailoring, workwear—and removed everything that did not serve the silhouette. What was left was clean, functional, and unnervingly elegant.

The house today operates at a scale Saint Laurent never anticipated. There are handbags, sunglasses, fragrances, and a beauty line. The ready-to-wear is produced in factories across Italy and France. The couture atelier closed in 2002. Avenue Marceau is now a boutique.

But the smoking is still in production. It is cut in black grain de poudre, a fine wool with a slight texture, and it costs approximately five thousand euros. The shoulders are padded but not stiff. The lapels are faced in satin. The pockets are functional. It fits the same way it did in 1966, which is to say it fits precisely.

That is what remains. Not the man, not the atelier, but the cut.

## The Last Fitting