She..is infinite stardust. An illustrated female in a brownstone. Her first apartment in the big city. An apartment framed with flowers: geraniums, tulips, roses..clay pots on windows..in the kitchen, the bathroom and among pieces of luggage, and milk crates – her furniture-.
She runs her fingers through her thrifty wardrobe ..collected over many visits to various boutiques in dark alleys.
Her ginger cat looking at her through emerald green eyes..laying by the lenses of her expensive Canon..her only gagdet .. and rows of Chablis bottles filled with roses in various stages of life.