(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.

11 comments:

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

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  2. are you dancing?

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

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

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  7. 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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