We started rewatching Dynasty after thirty years last night.
Oh the memories!
One hour down, eighty or so to go.
I thought, anyway, that I should repost this old piece I wrote about Oscar De La Renta, which always put me in mind, somehow, of the ludicrous, husky, Krystle Carrington – not realising until just a few moments ago that she already had her OWN PERFUME.
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