Estella
A post on all the joy come
I met her at Chelsea Physic Garden in April. I had never seen anything like her before.
She is brash and shouty, effortlessly glamorous and loose, wild and free and unabashed. She has been in my head ever since. That sultry rouge against palest porcelain white... I knew I had to have her.
Her name is Estella. Estella Rijnveld. And yesterday I buried her…
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