The enchanting thing about being here for more than a few days is the rhythm that keeps the beat as the hours chime by. In that spirit, I've decided that on Saturdays, I walk to the flower stall on Bond Street (as you might imagine, my current abode is near to bursting with hyacinths, anemones, roses, freesia, gowns, art, fluttering curtains on the spring breeze, and the soothing sounds of an endless midcentury playlist), so I can look in the windows of the many famed jewellers, same as I did last week. There was only one thing I thought of, though, a bracelet by Cartier, c. 1930 in the window of Moira -- so utterly breathtaking, it evoked for me the glimpse of bare skin in deepest night that set Verlaine to composing his poem 'Les Ingénus' and softly sighing evermore...
Ahhhhhhh
Posted by: Miss Sally | April 09, 2011 at 12:02 PM