Despite my attempts at witty banter, Harriet was much more interested in the sporty convertible parked nearby. She suggested we take a closer look.
I went along, intent upon photographing her jacket. I rather like it when women's clothing borrows patterns from scarves. Perhaps that's because I have an excessive fondness for scarves themselves--simple squares of fabric, yes, but with patterns mesmerizing as any fine painting. And their infinite adaptability somehow makes me think a woman sporting a scarf is ready for any adventure:
"Shall I convert this into a stylish turban/mask/bikini/cocktail dress, Lord Maxwell, commandeer a ragtop, and save the day?" Indeed.
Despite my attempts at witty banter, Harriet was much more interested in the sporty convertible parked nearby. She suggested we take a closer look.
I went along, intent upon photographing her jacket. I rather like it when women's clothing borrows patterns from scarves. Perhaps that's because I have an excessive fondness for scarves themselves--simple squares of fabric, yes, but with patterns mesmerizing as any fine painting. And their infinite adaptability somehow makes me think a woman sporting a scarf is ready for any adventure: "Shall I convert this into a stylish turban/mask/bikini/cocktail dress, Lord Maxwell, commandeer a ragtop, and save the day?" Indeed.
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