What if at a key moment in the game my, my uniform bursts open and, uh, oops., my bosoms come flying out? That, that might draw a crowd, right?
The cloth edge of certainty
has shredded down to this:
God and love are real,
but very far away.
If I go to Istanbul, will I return?
That is not one of the permitted questions.
When I go to Istanbul, how will I bear to return?
I could slip into the small streets
that lead away from the souk, then run east
to the high plain and the Caucasus—
It's all alone, the returning,
the going. The cloth,
a soft holland whose blocks of blue and lemon
once cheered me in a skirt,
now dries dishes. God and love
are very far away, farther even
than the mountains in the east.
By April Bernard
Untitled (Solar Set)
Untitled (Hotel Eden)
If you're a gal my age or a bit older, there's no doubt you witnessed the influential fashions of one fictional character, Carrie Bradshaw.
One can't help but love watching Carrie flounce around the streets of NYC in SATC, whether she's in cargo pants or Manolos. 
Hope you guys had a grand holiday too!
