I’ve never been able to raise much enthusiasm for Versace’s designs. Apart from the wafts of eau-de-nouveau-riche there’s just too much cleavage and leg. There’s no mystery in a Versace dress…just wham bam, thank you ma’am…and, while I may not be Mata Hari, I do like some mystique.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
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