what the kids are wearing

walking along the seine on a sunday, and there were these people, singing up a storm. i particularly admire the green flames up the jeune homme's pants, and the temporary tattoo of a heart, framed with the words "barbie" and "mom." the jeune fille is, from head to toe, completely delightful. i imagine them in a place like that store in seattle linda takes me to, grabbing handfuls of this and bolts of that, and creating a totally personal look for themselves. i'm sorry i didn't stick around to see if she was going to play that horn. i also wonder if rosin coven would like them.

2005 Jean Sirius,