Quotes About Ombre

Apothéose. Ombre, musique. Mes yeux, lassés du jour qui ment, Ô ma sainte, seule en novembre, Vous cherchent adorablement Dans la prière de la chambre…

An ombré ball gown, its color deepening from white near my throat, through palest blue to deepest indigo at my feet. Over that is stitched the stark outlines of trees, the way I see them from my window as dusk is falling. The seamstress has even sewn on little crystal beads to represent stars.