The tale of the three ladies
Mar. 20th, 2007 04:47 pm
There was once three young ladies, willing to stroll in bustle in Le Louvre. Unbeknownst to them, the stars were looking kindly at this project and they were spare the rain. Saint Patrick's day inspire them, without them being aware of it till the meeting:
One was green like dark pines in a Tolkien forest,
The second was green like summer moss vivified by springwater,
The third was green like a creamy almond cake.
Each of them was peculiar:
One was stuffed in clear silk and velvet, slutty even in her inexistant pantalettes ; but the dead bird on her hat was protecting her from disregard.
The second was in a hurry : hatless, coatless, but her dress was so perfect she was stirring amazement
The third was perfect, from the tip of the flower on the top of her hat to the tip of her shoes, but her bustle was swinging and swirling behind her, as if a mischievous fairy was hidden inside it.
The crowd look at hem in awe:
The man asked: "Which french region are you ?"
And the hatless said : "We are the world !"
The woman asked : "Why are you doing this for ?"
And the slutty said : "For pleasure !!"
The kid asked : "Is it Sunday clothes ?"
And the fairy bustled said : "It's everyday clothing. Or it should be !!"
Only one dare call them freak, but don't freak need to dress up to look ladylike ?
The end
There's some artistic license, but 95% of it is true, and I forget to talk about Starbuck !
The rest of my pictures is here. Not in the order they were taken.