Saturday, October 10, 2009

How Girls Writhe for a Camera





Stepped into another world the other night, ladies clad in red and black and white and heels and pearls and garters and hose. Clamp lights on and the room smelled like another time where bombs ring and air raids are just ten minutes in many. They laid on purple velour and red and an elephant's pillow, heels touched a waxy wooden floor.











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