I have such mixed feelings. The opening is cold and austere. Something cruel lingers there (I can only imagine that it is the screeching aldehydes). Once it settles on skin in warm weather it smells, I kid you not, like stepping out of a warm bath. Creamy bar soap. And not just any soap, an old bar of soap you remember. Your mom smelled like this, or your aunt. Not a grandma perfume, but the scent of a woman with a lot on her mind.
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US Vogue June 1964
Beate Schulz photographed in front of the Basilica of San Miniato al Monte in Florence, in sleeveless white linen; the braided jacket, buttoned with a row of faux pearls. By Pattullo-Jo Copeland of Moreau Fabric. Mademoiselle de Chèvre Shrut & Asch shoes. Hats off, Sally Victor.
Beate Schulz photographié devant la Basilique de San Miniato al Monte à Florence, en lin blanc sans manches ; la veste gansée, boutonnée d'un rang de fausses perles. Par Pattullo-Jo Copeland de tissu Moreau. Chaussures Mademoiselle de Chèvre Shrut & Asch. Chapeaux, Sally Victor.
Photo Henry Clarke
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