Riffling through a Talbots catalog that arrived in the mail a little while ago, I saw a fabulous black and white photo of a woman in a two-tone silk shantung dress, as she lounged by the pool. Can't copy it onto this post, so will link to it. Amazing the impact of really fine black-and-white photography. Think this one on pages 70-71 of the model and the dress is dynamite. And I don't say that very often.
Love the name shantung. My mother used to talk about it in such exalted, mysterious terms. Shantung being a heavy fabric with a rough nubby surface, made of spun wild silk.
Love the name shantung. My mother used to talk about it in such exalted, mysterious terms. Shantung being a heavy fabric with a rough nubby surface, made of spun wild silk.
What woman doesn't love to put on anything wild or spun? Wild silk, wild, spun cotton, wild burlap and even wild, spun polyester? Especially dresses.
We need more silk shantung as we go into our long election travail. And black and white photos like this. Hillary might do well to endure her present sorrows in a shantung dress by a pool somewhere. Surely she could use some rest and relaxation at this point.
Silk shantung. It's a woman thing.
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