Behold, the Marciano Satchel. Someone please buy me this bag. Never have I resorted to the demeaning, self-deprecating acts of begging and whining, but for this bag I will forget all sense of pride and beg on my knees. Armed with pouty lips and pleading eyes ready to leak a few tears in hopes of ... Read More
Quel Est Votre Plus Formidable Aphrodisiaque ?
A while ago I entered one my of favorite artist's, La Flore et La Faune, "Summer Love" Contest. (Perhaps you remember LF&LF from a post in which he so kindly dedicated an illustration to me that is now framed in my room?) The rules were quite simple; answer the question "what is your ... Read More
The Petite Novellas | No. 18
She was never the handbag type of girl. Rather, she collected oversized clutches—the larger and softer, the better—clutches she rumpled beneath her arm or held against her thigh when standing. That was the key to effortlessness; Dimitra always thought women who carried bags in the crook of their ... Read More