Deep in every heart slumbers a dream and the couturier knows it: every woman is a princess
Of the women in my childhood, I retain above all the memory of their perfumes, perfumes that lingered - filling the lift with fragrance long after they had gone.
A woman's perfume tells more about her than her handwriting.
No elegant woman follows fashion slavishly.
Real elegance is everywhere, especially in the things that don't show.
Long after one has forgotten what a woman wore, the memory of her perfume lingers.