Fashion Time [French films]
"there's no face that can't be drawn like the face of a dream"
lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed
she’s well-acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane
but love is never easy, it’s never silky smooth, there’s always something tempting in the wilderness of youth
A Parcel of Papers
though she was born a long, long time ago
what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game
White Out in the Desert
Gothic Bride