Oh Yves

[xp_whitequeen]

The man made poetry framed around a woman's body.

A perfect gentleman. I remember him sewing me into my dress the day Frost Enterprises opened its Paris office.

If anyone is looking for me, I shall be drinking fine cognac and mourning the fact that the world has lost an artist.

Comments

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I really should not be surprised that he sewed you into a dress, and yet, I was. Briefly.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

If it wasn't so close to exam time I'd be canceling my classes and crashing your party (I'm sure your cognac tops my merlot and for the sake of shared grief I won't bother denying it.)