Tuesday 4 August 2009

French letters

A friend and I exchange imaginary mail - from the 1950's, as you do. At the moment my character is in France, so these ace envelope bags from Emily Dyson's Couverture caught my eye. I must get down and check out the new store in Notting Hill.



Images Couverture
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