There’s something about gold. The Byzantines knew it. Klimt
She touches down in Northern Italy, where she visits the Basilica of San Vitale to draw inspiration from the heavenly opulence of the 6th century church’s gold leaf-plated, blue glass-tiled mosaics, adding a touch of liquid gold Further east, in the Grand Bijouterie in Marrakesh, our wandering heroine pairs gold Fatima earrings with fragrant amber oils for a dance in the medina after dark. Gold beauty for a luminous woman. She’ll slip into Yves Saint Laurent for a midnight walk through the palm covered, bamboo-filled Majorelle Gardens, an ode to Betty Cartoux. She’s glowing, easily glamorous and comfortable with being less than subtle in her decadent self-presentation. A shimmering vision of old Hollywood, ‘70s French bohemia, and the ancient near east. October 2012 |