GREEN TEA.

Out on the wiley, windy moors, we'd roll and fall in green, you had a temper, like my jealousy, too hot too greedy. How could you leave me when I needed to possess you? I hated you, I loved you too. 

 -Kate Bush

 

Bellstaff

 Liu Jo

 

Hugo Boss

 

Marc Jacobs

 

ROUGE.

April come she will  when streams are ripe and swelled with rain;  May, she will stay, resting in my arms again June, she´ll change her tune, In restless walks she´ll prowl the night; July, she will fly and give no warning to her flight. August, die she must, the autumn winds blow chilly and cold; September I´ll remember. A love once new has now grown old.

 -Simon and Garfunkel

 

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Carolina Herrera

 

January Jones

 

Alexander McQueen

 

Taylor Swift