Imagine a shop exclusive enough to have a secret password…a shop daring enough to deny Madonna access..This story explores the nearly orgasmic pleasure of dressing up …and down …
‘Try this,’ said the girl to Isobel, holding against her a dress in a green the violent colour of a cricket pitch before a thunderstorm.
‘Yes,’ said Isabel slowly, nodding.
The girl dropped an acid-yellow mantilla over her left shoulder and we let out of collective breath with a hiss.She smiled in triumph. ‘
We are in a fallen Eden. We are Lamia-serpents pleasured by the sight of our prey. Temptation talks and walks as colour! Every shade has its own metaphor and seduces the both eye and body.
Brings a wildness to the idea of the changing room and pin number!
