Friday, 28 November 2008
has no one told her that it won't last?
Large-brimmed hat, short tight skirt, stiletto heels. She was elegant, refined, had taste. With her head held high and an expression of feigned detachment, self-possession and total indifference on her face, she glided across the second floor of an underground car park as though she was Yves Saint Laurent's top model and the place was a renowned Parisian catwalk.