The sun was shining on the sea,

On a yacht for a glamorous fete:

She entered with an opulent hat

Made with love by Louis Mariette-

The master of bespoke hat couture

With an eye for crowning la tete.

The other guests held heads in shame

Unadorned with jewels

They had not been transformed by Louis:

They all felt like fools

The woman shared her secret

Not wanting to be cruel:

“These hats they speak,” the woman spoke,

“And talk of many things:

Of clocks and ships and candle wax –

of papillons-and queens-

and why couture is right for you-

and whether hats have wings.

“With names like Bliss and Chess and Gum

These hats are divinely unique;

Mariette has mined and scoured the globe

For dazzling materials that speak

To his exotic upbringing in distant African lands,

And leaves no precious stone unturned

When you leave your hat in his hands.”

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For more info, visit: www.louismariette.com

via Liza Kaplan, 18 August 2008 7:28pm | |