Marc Bohan, erstwhile executive waister-chief, renowned for the architecture of hourglass silhouettes and alter ego of Dior, has trimly exited life's fashion runway at 97, leaving behind a sartorial legacy of pencil-thin waistlines, extra-extra small sizing, and a global population sighing at the never-ending quest for the Bohan perfection. Bohan, a second fiddle to none but Yves Saint Laurent, assumed the reins of the Dior empire in 1960 when Saint Laurent was pressed into service for his country – certainly a stylistic emergency. Many still ponder over whether the call to military duty came from above or the French fashion industry, desperate for a way to slide Bohan into the captain’s chair without causing a riot on the fashion frontlines. Nestling comfortably atop the Dior parapet for a gargantuan stint of 30 quasi-imperial years, the credit belongs to Bohan for fashioning the Dior aesthetic into something that could fit the perfectly illustrated figures from a charming children's picture book. Indeed, the 'Bohan Blueprint' seamlessly stitched a generation of women into an elegant, svelte, famine-stricken high fashion fantasy. From Grace Kelly having issues in fitting into her sedan because of her Bohan-enhanced silhouette, to Elizabeth Taylor's Oscars gown—estimated to be less fabric than a tea towel—Bohan's vision had a, well… slimming effect on Hollywood and beyond. Yet, the man himself remained curiously resistant to his own slenderizing spell, sporting a cheerfully plump frame throughout his lifetime. Bohan’s departure represents an end of an era, or, more accurately, an end of a tape measure. His fashion legacy, especially those ground-zero dimensions, will forever be enshrined in the annals of couture antiquity, convulsing future generations to ever slimmer and increasingly more unrealistic beauty ideals. In a symbolic gesture, an industry insider confirmed that Bohan's body will be laid to rest in a coffin so narrow, it could be mistaken for a violin's case. And as the final fitting, the words 'One Size Fits All' shall be inscribed on his tomb. His spirit, forever devoted to the slim, leaves the world with a shared consciousness of its waistline and makes room for the next big—sorry, exceedingly thin—thing to take his place.