Charlie My Love
It began with a party. A fantastically exquisite party, just north of my shoulders actually. To my left, sat a trouble worthy assembly of Robert Palmer girls. Lacquered like lipstick gleaming, not a single hair out of place. On the right a coterie of Guy Bourdin muses sipping white russians.
This is Charlie. Gold, studs, leopard and a pinch of nostalgia. Slightly stirred, and served chilled.??
Raised in Paris, schooled in Tel Aviv and London. (Central St. Martin's and Cordwainer's College) Sarah (that's me.) bore this cosmopolitan aesthetic amongst her fashion gypsy travels. After countless (well 10 actually) years of interpreting mainstream American trends, Sarah decided it was time to leave the reservation and start her own tribe.
It began on a blistery New York night, and is now a small collection of lovingly designed shoes and bags. Our primary spokesman was unavailable for obvious reasons, but he was so kind as to leave us with this quote:
"The superfluous is a very necessary thing."
