Was it Lais or Jean Paul?
At first we were struck just by her. The eyes, the lips, the hair, the colors against her skin. We were even struck by her form, and how there seemed to be something conspiring about it. As if she were daring us to stare, to drink her in. Like some forbidden elixir. Stare we did, first at her, and then the clothes.
The draping, the fabrics, the sensuousness mixed with the appeal to our gypsy sensibilities. Then came another surprise – accessories.
Stronger than we would normally like, but so feminine, still refined. Armor, but of the seductive and mysterious kind. The mood suits us. Couture swept us…







