It is a day of profound sorrow, as much as it is a day of recognition. It is a sad autumn day when everyone, and rightly so, celebrates the exceptional man who was Pierre Bergé. Bernard Buffet, Yves Saint-Laurent at the core of it all, Marrakech and Saint Rémy, the highest of fashion, the celebration of art with exigence of excellence, the militancy for the future and everything that matters. A thousand other things. And so many others of which we cannot speak because there were too many lives, too many beautiful things, and as much passion for the press...
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