(Nightgown: vintage Christian Dior)

TODAYS OUTFIT: In a rusty metal box behind the collected works of Shakespeare I find a bottle of perfume. With dusty, shaky fingers I remove the cap and let one drop fall into my left palm. Then I lick it. Mouth filled with a faint taste of roses and sweat.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps ☾ 8/08/2011
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11 comments:

  1. valerieAugust 8, 2011 at 9:03 AM

    "What's in a name? That which we call a rose
    By any other name would smell as sweet."

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  2. Cashmere PrintAugust 8, 2011 at 10:00 AM

    You are magic

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  3. AnonymousAugust 8, 2011 at 10:04 AM

    Stunning.

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  4. purple lightAugust 8, 2011 at 10:08 AM

    are you dancing?

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  5. AnonymousAugust 8, 2011 at 10:30 AM

    the way you describe your house... just makes me think of... a chamber of secrets! (sorry for the harry potter reference)

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  6. sophieAugust 8, 2011 at 10:35 AM

    this floral silk looks very beautiful.another excellent post,i am addicted!!

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  7. AnonymousAugust 8, 2011 at 11:52 AM

    I've stumbled so many times accross your blog, and I like it's unique style! I feel I have to start reading from the beginning!!!
    Hey if you ever write a book (I'm sure you will someday)...tell me...I'd like to read it!!
    Anna

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  8. JuliaAugust 8, 2011 at 1:12 PM

    Shakespeare? I just finished reading 'A Midsummer Night’s Dream'. William was quite a genius. :)

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  9. UnknownAugust 8, 2011 at 4:09 PM

    And the cupid strikes, like a silent thunder. I think I'm in love miss White, I'm in love with your words.
    Pi*

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  10. PneumoniaAugust 9, 2011 at 3:25 AM

    Julietta, yes! and YES! :) <3

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  11. PneumoniaAugust 11, 2011 at 2:47 PM

    Filipa Moreno, <3

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