CRAZY SHOTS

I still remember it so well. I was fifteen years old. My very first designer dress. I had already walked past it four times and it took me an entire summer of covering tables at Café Restaurant Amsterdam before I could finally buy it. A Paul Smith dress with a map of England printed on it. It’s now a skirt though, my gran’s very crafty. Yes, a bit of hip here and more of a bosom there. I haven’t worn it for quite some time, but I think I’m going to pull it out of my closet again because New York Fashion week was all about photo printed clothing. What about Givenchy’s screaming dog? If that bores me then I guess I could always have a photo of my gran printed.