When in doubt, wear red – Bill Blass
‘Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smellOf different flowers in odour and in hueCould make me any summer’s story tell,Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew;Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;They were but sweet, but figures of delight,Drawn after you, […]
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