The Ashram Girl on Chepstow Road
8th Jan 2020
That poncho. It wasn’t just the colour achieved with a weave of white and black blending into a soft grey. It was the way she draped it. Not elegantly because that was not her objective. Maybe it was just the way the poncho matched her grey, free-flowing hair. Some fifty years ago, … More The Ashram Girl on Chepstow Road