Here's how it goes: three things have summed up in this post.
1. Intense studying let me to the Met site. Whoaha. Particularly, to the most interesting part of it... Tiffany's:

Hair ornament , ca. 1904
Louis Comfort Tiffany (1848–1933)
American
Platinum, enamel, black and pink opals, demantoid garnets, H. 3 1/4 in. (8.3 cm)
2. Remembered something I read yesterday:
Dwight:
What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years; she's never taken another lover. I don't care, I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.
3. Off for the evening. I thought this was fun, it's from my downloads:
and I was gayer... every girl should know how to write a polite letter ;)
ReplyDelete:)) hehe, i loved that too!
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