Love and the letter P

Somebody asked who I was in love with- I'm in love with a girl starting with P. I'm not going to say her name, because Karl thinks that she might see this because apparently lots of people read this- how do you say- blog? Mm, blog. I don't like the word blog. Let's say, journal. No- journal sounds not too chic. What would Proust call it?

Maybe I'm in love with her. You know how it is. You dress her in your clothes, you sketch pictures of her, you polish your shoes and get a wig for your pigs. I don't know what love is anyway, I invented it.
Before me, there was no love. I, Yves Saint Laurent created love and sold it to the masses, who now ignore my clothes and buy clothes that I won't even pronounce.

Anyway! Karl, Anna and I are going to create a top 50 list of the most stylish people ever.
You will see the start tomorrow, maybe. It's a reply to (as Karl likes to say) the demode Vanity Fair thing.
Oh, Karl says this: "Yves darling, it is not a reply to the demode Vanity Fair list. It functions on it's own, like a beatle or The Beatles, or myself!"

Another demode list

Yeah. I dress well.
The list is still demode, hmmm?