I was regretting the body armour, the naked bits usually covered, the rape victim look - the line between genius and madness is not always uncrossed.

For me, those nightmares diverted attention from the wonderful things he had in his collections almost as an afterthought, to fill in the spaces.

I was always trying to see the line of the skirt not the head covering or the naked breast, the cut of the cloth not the absence of it.

Someone can be clever, and interested in tartan but still be decidedly strange.

Anne the Pleater :ootd: