Above: Orla Kiely Resort 2016
Mrs. Olaf Ericson–Clara Vavrika, as many people still called her-was moving restlessly about her big bare house that morning. Her husband left for the country town before his wife was out of bed–her lateness in rising was one of the many things the Ericson family had against her. Clara seldom came downstairs before eight o’clock, and this morning she was even later, for she had dressed with unusual care. She put on, however, only a tight-fitting black dress, which people thereabouts thought very plain. She was a tall, dark woman of thirty, with a rather sallow complexion and a touch of dull salmon red in her cheeks, where the blood seemed to burn under her brown skin. Her hair, parted evenly above her low forehead, was so black that there were distinctly blue lights in it. Her black eyebrows were delicate half-moons and her lashes were long and heavy. Her eyes slanted a little, as if she had a strain of Tartar or gypsy blood, and were sometimes full of fiery determination and sometimes dull and opaque. Her expression was never altogether amiable; was often, indeed, distinctly sullen, or, when she was animated, sarcastic. She was most attractive in profile, for then one saw to advantage her small, well-shaped head and delicate ears, and felt at once that here was a very positive, if not an altogether pleasing, personality.
– from “The Bohemian Girl” of the eponymous collection of stories by Willa Cather
Above: Victoria Beckham Resort 2016
Above: Tamara Mellon Fall 2015
Above: Hermès Spring 2016
Above: A Détacher Spring 2016
Above: 1205 Fall 2015