Monday, July 30, 2012

OVER THE RIVER AND THROUGH THE WOODS


THROUGH WHISPERS WE CAUGHT WIND OF A SECRET RAG YARD, PROMISING VINTAGE FRENCH TEXTILES AND ANTIQUE TOGS, ENOUGH TO MAKE US SALIVATE.
 SO WE PILED IN THE GYPSY'S VAN AND SET OFF, WITH MUGS THE DOG FOR COMPANY.




MUGS IS THE PERFECT COMPLIMENT TO OUR ALIX OF BOHEMIA LEOPARD TREWS

AND WE ARRIVED, THE COLLECTION OF CRUCIFIX WAS A GOOD OMEN;WE WERE WELCOMED

WE GET STUCK IN
INEVITABLY, WHEN YOU LET A GYPSY TAKE YOU TO A FRENCH RAG YARD, ONE OF YOU ENDS UP IN PAISLEY:
(HE MIGHT LOOK SCARY BUT HE'S A VERY GENTLE GYPSY)
 LORDY FRENCH FARMERS WERE TINY. WE TRY ON SOME SHRUNKEN KNITS AND AGED INDIGO DENIM SHORTS:
BUT THE REAL TREASURE LAY IN BASKET, WHERE WE GOT LOST AND FOUND INCREDIBLE BITS TO INTEGRATE INTO OUR GARMENTS. 
THIS IS OUR VERSION OF FRENCH PORNOGRAPHY
HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN JIGGITY-JIG. WE CANNOT WAIT TO FURTHER SHARE THE FRENCH FRUITS OF OUR PILGRIMAGE