Yesterday morning, my dear friends, Madam bought herself a bunch of peonies. I have always loved the sight of their solitary flowers as long as their delicat scent, their distinguished foliage and their strong, masculine stems. Yesterday morning, the sublimate feminity of the fragrant petals all above stirred me as much as the spring-summer collection of Mister Ralph Lauren. It was warm outside. People sticked all together in public transports were as desirable as a tea towels pack in the laundry bin. Nevertheless, a man with a ginger skin marked himself out by wearing a white shirt with broderie anglaise.
While Madam was trying to gain a few millimetters upon an old lady’s seat on our left, I could not help gazing at the beautiful blend of the rag petals and the embroidered cotton on his ginger skin. It occured suddenly to me through my curtain of delicate peonies that this man was the most virile of all in our train. There were other men dressed with a certain taste but this one brought to the classic romanticism of the broderie anglaise all the passion that fades when the broderie marries a simple white underskirt. Have you noticed that embroideries were somehow very conventional, very decent even they set the tone of romanticism to skirts and coats of this summer ? It gets too candid on the young ladies more or less innocent who try to bring purity to their spring looks. This man, on the contrary, with his woody sent and ginger skin simply managed to offer back to broderie an amazing sense of virility.
Once home, I rushed to tell the underskirt to restore its eyelets. Androgynous flowers and erstwhile embroideries are ready to play this summer with classical codes of romanticism. And you know what ? I like it !