Superb Fashion Designer
I need just a touch of blue the young designer said.
In her hair?
No
On her lips?
No.
Contacts?
The designer looked exasperated - on her forehead. Paint it.
We thought this was strange but we did it, to please her.
This magazine cover won all kinds of awards.
A fluke of youth?
No. This was forty years ago, and she is still winning awards
For her fabulous innovative magazine covers.
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