Yves Bow all products and shops casting fabrics on

and shops casting fabrics on their floors in decadent abandon

Horn-colored buttons fasten the standard size sham

and dotted with pearl beads at the hem

The production of biological dew and the accidental watering of fabric

invitingly tilted slightly to the right

Yves Bow all products and shops casting fabrics onThe sound of two Alka Seltzer tablets, dropping into a thin glass, coupled with the pregnant silence of a black silk bow, wrapped around one's neck like a loose, self imposed collar. The fabric looked like dusk, and held a certain reserve, like lips parted in hesitation, or a neat stack of playing cards. A bit like ink on wet paper; an absolute refusal to be contained, or even totally known. They put it on for the party, but decided not to attend. The