When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.
“I like to mix and match vintage with designer. It's how I create my own style.”
“You have got to have an agent. It's a business. But I think there is a way to be artful and commercial at the same time.”