Affection is like bread: It is unnoticed until we starve, and then we dream
of it, sing of it, hunger for it, and never know anything else but the longing for it.
*Rose MacMurray*
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○○○○○○○○○○○Attention all those with shapely figures, mile-long legs, and swan necks: The drenchingly feminine concoction, above, loaded with Bird of Paradise feathers, goose, peacock, turkey feathers and other exotic plumes by Jean Paul Gaultier is just the thing to wear to the dinner table come tomorrow night. Some of your family members might understand its magic. Most understandably won't. This couture one-of-a-kind is so elaborately beautiful, colorful, and highly inventive, who would dare toss it into the oven and cook it for Thanksgiving dinner? The dress is simply the stuff of your most flamboyant and esoteric of dreams. It radiates eccentricity and originality and whimsy and unflappable Parisian flair.
P.S. Since we're on the subject of birds, I've just opened a bottle of Snapple juice drink and its cap brings me this worthless fact: The hummingbird is the only bird that can fly backwards. How about that?
