Harriet....Camden

I blame Sir Frederick Ashton. Mother was a great fan of his first ballet, A Tragedy of Fashion. Sir F. insisted she send me to ballet class, to correct my pigeon-toed stance. Ever since, I've been fond of the colour combination you see here. Harriet recalls for me the pretty girls in their black leotards and pink tights. She's topped seasonless black with a brilliant bloom of Hollywood cerise--one way to make the best of these awkward weeks when winter's nip still lingers around the edges of spring's balmy afternoons.