Thursday, January 10, 2013
Smoked violet crossed by narrow charcoal diagonals is Brian's choice for his cravat. This tie is aged velvet curtains packed away under the stage, dusty purple folds quietly holding the applause of audiences long ago. It is the cape of the countess, dark silk lined with warm, soft plum, hooded for discretion on winding carriage rides with unnamed men who bring scandal and bouquets of flowers.
Brought to Life by Nance at 11:20 PM