"The woman wears a floral print blouse with lots of leaves and pink flowers. Risa would like to attack her with a weed whacker."

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The white blouse can be light and floating, impeccable and austere, sumptuous and all-enveloping, tight and close-fitting. It rises up to frame the face. It sculpts the body by transforming itself into a second skin. Imputed with glamour and poetry, freedom and impetuousness, the prim white shirt turns out to have a thousand identities.

— Gianfranco Ferre