Picasso once said: "Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life."I won't be so bold as to say I'm a piece of art (I'll leave that for you to decide) but I have been known to wash away that dust; to turn those ordinary moments into memories that linger long after we've parted. Demure and graceful, you might assume I only drink Dom and wear dainty pearls. But what you see isn't what you get. No, my love—you get so much more. I straddle the line of contradictions and the unexpected. Don't be surprised to find me airily clinking glasses with tastemakers in one moment, and then deep in discussion about art history in the next. Oh, and should we ever find ourselves at Musée d'Orsay in Paris, remind me to show you the Renoir painting that stunned me into silence for 15 minutes (which is no easy feat). Or if you want, I can tell you all about it when we meet.
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