She had authentic magnetism. The way she listened was more eloquent than speech.
What does it mean to love somebody? It is always to seize that person in a mass, extract him or her from a group, however small, in which he or she participates, whether it be through the family only or through something else; then to find that person’s own packs, the multiplicities he or she enclosed within himself or herself which may be of an entirely different nature. To join them to mine, to make them penetrate mine, and for me to penetrate the other person’s. Heavenly nuptials, multiplicities of multiplicities. Every love is an exercise in depersonalisation on a body without organs yet to be formed, and it is at the highest point of this depersonalisation that someone can be named, receives his or her family name or first name, acquires the most intense discernibility in the instantaneous apprehension of the multiplicities belonging to him or her, and to which he or she belongs.
Once, when a friend of Mr. Doonan’s, who was also an admirer of Comme des Garçons (Ms. Kawakubo’s line), asked the designer “if she had “ever thought about doing a line of children’s clothing,” he was met by hostile silence. After a long pause, she responded glacially, “I don’t like children.