Isadora leaves the Ritz at midday, as she does every Saturday. Suit in burgundy velvet, cigarette in her mouth, she crosses the rue Cambon without turning round. Men stare at her. The women too. She whispers to her reflection in a shop window: "Always dominate the scene. She disappears into a taxi, heading for Montparnasse, for an appointment she will probably never keep.
Plexiglass
Robusto acrilico resistente alla luce con effetto di profondità