Real Lady Marmalade
Once again, we find ourselves momentarily speechless. After collecting our thoughts, where do we even begin? Is it with the red and white feather boas that constitute the “dress”? Or perhaps it’s the matching parasol, unceremoniously placed upside down on the ground?
Maybe the elbow-length “gloves” don’t cover this lady’s hands? We could start with the red straps, the feather trim, or the fact that she’s barefoot but taking it all in at once. Almost impossible.
