I
like to think of her boarding the SS Paris in November of 1934, returning to the US from the French collections, most likely carrying a small bag containing her set of jersey «black matches,» which included a tulip skirt, halter, cropped jacket, overcoat with bow neckline, and wide slacks, all fastened with military
brass buttons, along with a striped - silk bias - cut «dinner suit.»
Just
like our fear of not hooking the prize
brass ring of the carousel, we are afraid that the season will turn around and that the Big Reset
Button will itself turn out to be an illusion, that the miracle of hope was just a big story someone made up.