“ And by the time she’d emerged, ravishing in a Thierry Mugler jacket, skirt and heels, wafting waves of perfume, there were other problems to be dealt with.
” Where is the blue shirt you wore to Leo’s?”
I looked down at the black T-shirt and slacks I was wearing under one of my linen jackets. “Won’t this do?” By Los Angeles standars, I was formal enough for a funeral. ”
John Baxter - We’ll Always Have Paris
