"His staff had shaken hands with her as though a woman was merely another kind of man. Fools! The seeds of Eve were in this radiant creature. The lulla...
She had expressed herself, as women will, in a smug broadside of pastel shades. Nothing clashed because nothing had the strength to clash; everything murmured of safety among the hues; all was refinement.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
She had expressed herself, as women will, in a smug broadside of pastel shades. Nothing clashed beca...
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