Yves Bow all products invitingly tilted slightly to the

invitingly tilted slightly to the right

and shops casting fabrics on their floors in decadent abandon

frozen in an India Ink drawing from a Ginza cafe

The practical and spiritual are here

Yves Bow all products invitingly tilted slightly to theThe sound of two Alka Seltzer tablets, dropping into a thin glass, coupled with the pregnant silence of a black silk bow, wrapped around one's neck like a loose, self imposed collar. The fabric looked like dusk, and held a certain reserve, like lips parted in hesitation, or a neat stack of playing cards. A bit like ink on wet paper; an absolute refusal to be contained, or even totally known. They put it on for the party, but decided not to attend. The