Wednesday, November 21, 2012

One cold afternoon, on the avenue Montaigne, in Paris, Mark and I were scrolling the highly fashionable street. Naturally I bumped into these gems. They were there exposed, solo, seeking for the foot to cosy into them. We found each other. But like most love stories, they never last. Though their splendour, their allure, their comfort, their shape, look, style, fine soft leather...their 4 digit tag had to separate us. So beautiful these Alaïa's were, that Mark drew them to console me.

The G man's favoured topic - Religion -

No comments:

Post a Comment