Leap Year, Baby....

"I treated art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction."
-- Oscar Wilde

Count  Balthasar Klossowski de Rola 

When Balthazar Klossowski turned six, he had a large birthday party in his family's apartment in Paris. Birthdays were a funny business for "Baltusz" — as everyone called him. Since he had been born on February 29 in 1908, his family did not know precisely when to celebrate except on leap years.....

to re-phrase OW
 and succinctly(my favourite word) sum up B...
Life is an absurd Fiction-Folly,
only Art contains any Truth and Beauty.

I've never "gotten" Marc Jacobs, but this makes me "rethink" him....

the effects of the lack of love

On his estranged family (he hasn't spoken to his mother in twenty years):

I hate this idea that you have to love somebody because they are your family. Nobody can tell me what I’m supposed to feel and who I am supposed to feel it for.  I don’t hate them, I just know that I don’t feel love for them. That’s all. And I am not going to make the call or try to stay in touch because society says.

On the demise of "Mademoiselle"

 

Like Coco, I rather like being Mlle....

Hope for Love....

"I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up,

tell me ten things I don't already know,

and make me laugh.

I don't care what you look like,

just turn me on.

And if you can do that,

I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow.

I will do your windows.

Just have something in there."

----Mr. Henry Rollins