Lined down jacket.
If I am not to know the implacability of an embrace, I want to feel powerful in a cocoon of warmth. Enveloped in a matte nylon down jacket, with an inside vest, quilted in a diamond pattern with constellations of little black stars and a slightly trapeze-shaped cut. Imperial.
Aviator jacket in wool skin.
My wool skin collar is speaking to my neck. My lacquered leather jacket is talking to my waist. And the statues talk of you. I listen and learn what you can't even suspect.
Tuxedo pantsuit with satin cuffs.
This men's velvet pantsuit is not yours but I'm playing with looking like you. I will wait for as long as it takes , since all the exits lead to what I want. I am wearing man's trousers and an emphatic blazer with satin cuffs. Around my neck, a polished metal and strass striped torque.
Horsehair corselette pantsuit.
My grain de poudre pantsuit is a weapon of seduction, I admit. My jacket conceals no secret holsters, showing off the base of a tulle corset that cinches in my waste and shows just a little bit of my stomach, between the outline of the apparent stay. Disarming.
I know the power of this girly dress, with horizontal tucks and double straps harnessing my shoulders, capped with velvet bows. Wearing it makes me feel sweet and innocent, the way the light fabric slips away with a single movement. Don't trust it.
I like this velvet and silk muslin dress like the first time.
Muslin dress and off-the-shoulder T-shirt.
There are at least two women in me and who knows which one you will meet. The one growing secretly in a strapless sheath dress of black velvet? Or the one playing with transparencies in a three-ring muslin dress? Perhaps, I'll let you choose.
Asymmetrical floating panel dress in contrasting colors.
My smile will be encouraging but it's not my intention to make things easy. Do you see the radiant color, the bright cape plotting your destiny behind my back? You are going to be my prey. Your future depends on my jersey tank top dress, revealing a blood red and pink silk lining help up by a panel.
Shawl tunic outfit.
Would the viscose fringes of my crossover wool top tickle your arm if you were to take a walk around the lake? You would insist on taking out the boat to help me into it and allow my side-slit skirt conceal what you desire.
Structured fencing pantsuit.
I will not wear myself out to please you; that won't be necessary. I accept the challenge, the game, the test, the tournament. A single touch will be enough, decisive, apart from my anamorphic suit. Small shoulders, narrow sleeves, encased hips: I am ready to stand up to you.
Lace tuxedo suit.
Choose. Heads, we will talk cheerily and you will be seduced by my composure, intelligence, character. Tails, I win. Double or quits. My pantsuit in itself is a festive mask concealing as much as it reveals; its simplicity betrays nothing of the black lacework in the back.
Frock coat with removable fur.
Wrapped in my body-hugging redingote, protected by its sensuous cashmere and the span of its fur collar, I have nothing to fear, calmly waiting for signs of love, the scarlet color of desire and future heartaches .
Pantsuit with jeweled neckline.
We shared a dance. My skirt allowed all movement and my blood-red zigzag collar décolleté lit up my face. I felt the soft pressure of your fingers against my tight-fitting jacket. You congratulated me. I saluted the dance, devoted, for an instant, to my pleasure alone.
Pagoda sleeved pantsuit and embroidered bustier.
I warned you. There are two women in me. One, soft as velvet, who wears a ruby colored suit with a pencil skirt and a crossover jacket with pagoda sleeves and shoulders. Another, rustling with bright color and wearing an embroidered anise satin bustier. Sometimes, the two come together in a moment of excitement.
I've decided; you will succumb before me. I draw my strength from the velvet redingote with a spotted tail, which makes me think of an insect's carapace or a devastating mound. But my shiny black vinyl leggings with quilted and ribbed patches will have a blinding effect. For a long time.
Long dress with a feather-trimmed décolleté...
I remember Juliette Gréco's words: "In your velvet bed, you talk to yourself of love while waiting for daylight. " I am in my dressing room and will soon reach the stage in this velvet sheath dress with leg of mutton sleeves and rooster feathers on the front of my décolleté. Perhaps you will be there, but at that moment, I will forget it all.
Radiant pleated dress and jewel ring.
"Leave your hands on my hips. " Those are the words I will be humming when the time comes. Nothing more natural than amazing pleated dress... You are looking at the sun. Even on its night blue version in very light velvet, the jewel ring is simply dazzling.
Draped heart shaped bustier.
My heart could not be more exposed. I wear it like a trophy, all in draped red velvet. The ultimate heart shape that magnifies my grain de poudre bustier says it all: I am a whole, passionate woman.