White Shirt Monday: Midnight in Paris
[Guess the White Shirt! – not actually operatic (and “a coloratura, not a mezzo”), but with Kasarovaesque class in rolling up sleeves and wearing slightly unbuttoned collars.]
Yes, I know, the seasoned White Shirt aficionada/o would recognize her even with lights out, just by the silhouette of her shoulders. Bonus points for being able to pull off the haircut – and that slipover!
“Whatever he is, I think he’s divine.”