Lulu Frost for J Crew ( it reminds me of the second last pic)
I have a little bit of a Russian fetish brewing at the moment. No, not Chekhov, although you can't deny that when he had a pulse he was as incendiary as a Molotov cocktail.
Mum bought me this for Christmas...
(I think I know where her birthday gift to me might be headed this year)
It will take me some time to chomp through both of these but now
I want it all; the onion domes, the weighty literature, the gleaming samovars, the pillow soft blinis laden with silky iridescent black sturgeon pearls.
I was once proposed to at the Russian Tea Rooms in New York, a 2 carat Tiffany round brilliant made an appearance with coffee, but that's a story for another day.
Any fetishes you want to share with the group?
Keep it clean.
( but email me the good stuff!)
Grand Hotel Europa
B & P
The high haunched Russian oligarch: Alexander Orlov.