Off she would go in the evenings, dressed to kill: a gauzy antique top embroidered with the iridescent wing cases of exotic beetles, which she had found somewhere in the King’s Road; a pair of scuffed-up black German lederhosen complete with the ornamental metal belt known as a charivari; high inlaid boots of various coloured skins. A dish for some minor rock star or visiting American undergrounder.

© Robert Hughes 2006,
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