Miss Nash

‘You know,
you hear all these stories
about how the women in the Givenchy atelier were terrified
when he got his scissors out,
stories about how he hacks and cuts and slashes.
So he cuts the suit up, pulls pieces down, gaffer tapes up the middle.
Then he makes a train with the cloth.
Then he gets white paint and throws it at the bottom half of the model and,
with his hands,
starts shaping it, moving the paint down the cloth.
He’s doing all this to incredibly loud techno music
and he’s sweating and slipping about in the paint
and so focused,
scarily focused,
other-wordly.
Finally, he puts a veil on him, ties his hands together and stuffs a tie into his mouth.
There was a great sadness to it, I thought.
I don’t know how much of it was about Lee.
By the end, this very handsome young man had been turned into a bride.’