She’s a creature of the dusk, a sunset heroin.
She likes to keep her delicate pallor, and wades in the moonlit
sea.
An illusionist, an égoïste, a mystery.
People might call her unruly, excessive and impertinent,
but she just wants to have her fun in her own terms.
She mixes the natural with the scintillating
Raw silk, glazed cottons and lamés.
Colors that range from ivory, eggshell to the bright and
fruity.
She’s effortlessly flamboyant.
A chic nomadic spirit.
Jupe culottes, a tube skirt, a t-shirt, a slip dress are the basics
of her freedom.
It’s not clothes, it’s pleasure and self-indulgence.
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