We locked eyes from across the room and I knew that I had to meet him. How could I resist those cascading curls, the porcelain skin and that aristocratic air that whispered: look but don't touch? Though quite short, his demeanor towered over the others in attendance and I was smitten. True, some might call him cold and this assessment of his character would not be completely untrue but I sensed a warmth just beneath the finery and I wondered if there was a chance I might take him home.
In my thrillingly delusional existence as a world renowned designer, stylist, photographer, writer, flea-market scavenger and tap dancer my wandering eyes chance upon many items of wonder and beauty. This blog is where I share my visual discoveries. Thanks for wandering over and taking a look.
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