The eye is the smallest of all pieces of furniture. Rest and relaxation make you sprawl out in your eye as if it were a couch. The human backside is always restraining the softer fleshes from escaping its elastic packing case. We never really wear our own hips, we are forever dragging them along with us. A girdle or corset converts these pillories of flesh into their own chaise-longue.
Color is the fat of fabrics, texture is the cartilage.
On the invisible particles of brilliant white satin the light turns to bone. Imperceptible particles of certain white silks and satins bring out the framework of the forms they clothe, emphasize the structure of a well-made body. Hence the sacrament is inconceivable except as white, nor could Jesus Christ have worn any other color. The crown of petals is the flower's panties. Rip them off and you have public indecency.