Images: Here are some fashion images by Nicole Neumann for the weekend. We are still travelling. Back to normal blogging next week. We leave you with a late spring poem by Judith Wright.
Late Spring
The moon drained white by day
lifts from the hill
where the old pear-tree fallen in storm
springs up in blossom still.
Women believe in the moon:
this branch I hold
is not more white and still than she
whose flower is ages old,
and so I carry home
flowers from the pear
that makes such obstinate tokens still
for fruit it cannot bear.
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