My all time favourite fashion illustrator. Hard to describe why I love this portrait so much without sounding like a pretentious art critic. She is so so feminine, the flowers suggest fragility and yet she is oh-so powerful.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
"To have a beautiful life take a trip by yourself, rent a Vespa and take your map to see where the day leads you!" Let's say I would rent/buy a Harley Davidson rather than a Vespa but isn't it such a good Idea to take a trip like this ?