Pure decadence, that’s what I remember most about the last time in Monte Carlo. But I had been 17, and my idea of decadence was stifled by the necessities of life as a teenager. I no longer wear the constraints of youth. Maybe it […]
Pure decadence, that’s what I remember most about the last time in Monte Carlo. But I had been 17, and my idea of decadence was stifled by the necessities of life as a teenager. I no longer wear the constraints of youth. Maybe it […]
