Yellow globes around my neck dangle like solar systems over this leather & lace collage shift… “Remember I’m watching. It’s / easier for me to speak to you out / here. I don’t have to slide down / between buildings to get your ear. / I know you love Manhattan, but / you ought to look up more often” – Frank O’Hara, A True Account of Talking to the Sun on Fire Island… Fashionshesays.com.