I remember the good things mother has done for me through the clothes she wore when she did them.
stopped talking to each other when it happened but she never
compromised with her sense of style. She would silently roam around the
house like the shadow of a ghost but always wrapped in sweeping air
light chiffon dresses, her paralytic blood red lips an open wound
against the translucency of her ivory skin.
A month passed, I
hadn't heard her talk until she loudly defended him at a night time
garden party somewhere in Silver Lake. When Suzy Menkes called Versace
a parody of itself it hurt me because I remember mother when her voice
echoed through the darkness. The silk embroidered Medusa jacket she
wore, 5 inch snake skin heels that helped elevate her far above the rest