PICTURE IT: the Palais de Tokyo where the normally polished concrete floor was laid with ‘Welcome Home’ industrial type matting and the walls hung with huge beautiful squares of red fabric and mirrors reflecting us and everything.
PICTURE ME: flirting with, oh, I don’t know, everyone.
PICTURE THE CLOTHES: divine leather pants and that BLACK LEATHER SWIMSUIT (pictured). The jaw dropping grey suiting in the best fabrications known to man, the oddly sexy high heels (magic), the smash of slightly naughty red on the bouche. The hair wrap – black leather, the return of the white blouse, the ‘new peg’, the studded leather collar. I came out hyperventilating. (I’m being serious by the way) AMAZING!