LES VIGNES
"I want a peek at the back where its rough and untended and hungry weed grows... a girl gets sick of a rose."Opening stanza of A Song in the Front Yard, by Gwendolyn Brooks |
| Is there anything more intimate in nature than a vine? It grows right up against its chosen object and can be trained or run wild where it pleases. Embrace that same level of intimacy when you wear Les Vignes, and you'll never be alone. Marquise cut emeralds grace this delicate, yet bold gold vine. |
