I DIE for Yves Saint Laurent. At night, I run through the streets naked dreaming that I am covered in YSL. I would wear it morning, afternoon, evening and night. I would sleep in YSL, brush my teeth in YSL, take a shower in YSL. I would have Stefano Pilati's babies and smother them with YSL the moment they leave my YSL womb and breathe the YSL air I provide for them.