Wombats Alicia Yballa and Margit Pirsch understand that fashion is simply signing a petition,whereas (as Quentin Crisp put it) style is akin to issuing a manifesto. On a rather driech day we pulled into the Museum of the Legion of Honor, and saw how foolish trying to find a spot there would be–hundreds of well-dressed women who don’t care to walk were circling the lot. We went a quarter mile down the hill, and then got to work posing with my nice paper 1890’s jacket (never did get around to fabbing a matching skirt to wear at my presentation this weekend in Davis). Some appreciative tourists took our picture, and then another, and another…
Then …a presence made itself felt. There was an SFPD black&white trawling right alongside us as we resumed our walk up the hill. Funnily enough, I fired a question at a familiar pair of smiling blue eyes: “Do you have time to arrest me?”. Officer Gray obliged.
After delivering us to the Rodin statue at the plaza, we marched in (drawing grins: “what was their offence?”) and got seduced by the trompe l’oeille magnificences of Isabelle De Borchgrave’s dresses.