At the suggestion of a friend (or rather, his daughter) I just finished reading Mary Blume’s The Master of us All: Balenciaga, His Workrooms, his World. I can’t say for sure whether it was the quality of the writing, the subject matter itself, or merely nostalgia for a time when I had it in my head that I would some day move to Paris to work in one of the great couture houses, such asRead More