The new poly-blend
I’m cooking pollo alla cacciatora. If you translate, you may or may not know what I’m on to…
Goldworm, 1960, over Dior-last year.
A seal is an embossed emblem
She crawled like a cat through Paris
What a little moonlight can do
Happiest girl to ever relive the 1940s
I woke up early this morning thinking of Degas’ blindness, which then brought me to looking at dozens of tutus and polite mouths…and Bonnard. I am looking at Bonnard differently these days.
I will be adding old dresses galore into my shop during the next few days. It’s a laugh that I have so many Lacoste dresses from the 60s and no desire to wear them. Cheers to all the scooter girls. I hope some of them are following my shop!