I begin laborious but enjoyable job of sorting through massive pile of vintage postcards, ticket stubs, old illustrated papers, anonymous photos I acquired over the past three months in Paris. Keep watching this space.
Here: a lurid specimen of French starter kitsch from the 1940s or 1950s: glossy pixie flesh and hair tousled just so--au point.
Monday, March 30, 2015
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