Wednesday, June 27, 2012
For this evening's cravat, Brian Williams selects narrow, textured stripes of cranberry and dusky rose. She wandered the busy Paris streets, her tiny camera at her waist so that she could snap away unnoticed in the various patisseries and confectioner's shops. The macarons and nougats and meringues and financiers were gorgeous works of art here, and she could not wait to set out her watercolours and brushes back at her tiny flat. Upon arriving home, a deliveryman buzzed for entry. Answering the door, she saw only roses, nothing but sweet red roses blooming in the hall.
Brought to Life by Nance at 11:40 AM