Well in fact, I think I have spent more time on Google and Wikipedia than on the book itself.
The Beautiful Fall: Fashion, Genius and Glorious Excess in 1970s Paris
[Click here to reach amazon page] because you probably can't get it anywhere in Hong Kong
It was not a huge book (around 400 pages). The kindle version is selling for only USD 11.99. Considering the author spent 5.5 years running around the world interviewing some 130 celebrities, this book certainly worth your time and money. As a matter of fact, this is actually the only book that I read EVERY SINGLE WORD from forward to epilogue, even the appendix and thank you notes. I think I don't really need to tell you how much I love this book.
But beware. You need to enjoy the book with an open mind. You need to be completely open about people being gay, about people taking drugs, people acting completely reckless, living in ecstasy and ready to burn themselves alive. It's a brutally honest book about youth, about how the most beautiful people turned into sad, old and lonely souls. How talents turned into sorrow, fantasy turned into depression. The first half of the book takes you to the wonderland of Paris in the 1970s, "the glorious excess". Then the second half of the book kicks you back to the reality, where you can almost see with your eyes how exactly these "beautiful" people "fall".
I'd call it a very sad book despite it is all about the most glamorous people on the planet. Life is cruel and whatever happened to these people will happen to me and you, too. You'd see a little bit of yourself from everyone. You can be a kid who refused to grow up. You can be a successful person who stuck in your past. You can be completely clueless. You can be striving hard. No matter how you're living your life, time flies. The sands in the hourglass will keep slipping through your fingers. And one day, you will wake up and wonder how your hair turned grey.
There are a lot of quotes that I'd love to share from this book. But I have chosen these 2 by Yves Saint Laurent, both in his later years. It perfectly resonates with the emptiness that the beautiful book left me:
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"People think decadence is debauched.
Decadence is simply something very beautiful that is dying.
It's a beautiful flower that is dying
and sometimes you have to wait a very long time for another flower to come along."
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"The magnificent and pitiful family of the hypersensitive are the salt of the earth.
I, without knowing it, was a part of that family. It is my own.
I did not choose this tragic descent,
but through it I was able to rise to the heavens of creativity,
where I come across the fire-makers that Rimbaud spoke of,
discovering myself and understanding that the most important encounter in one's life
is that with oneself."
*I don't belong to the hypersensitive family...do I??
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