10:45 a.m. - she’s always late. Sipping her CHERRY coke mixed with port, this spiky MIMOSA in army boots opens the Westwood’s shop at King’s Road. You would wait for an hour just to see her swirling around with the new vinyl records, this seditionary VIOLET in a spray-painted LEATHER jacket. Lost in a sweet reverie, her lipstick burns your skin, the JASMINE-white frills of her blouse gives you the hint of romance...but don’t get it wrong - maybe this “SEX” (the store created by Vivienne Westwood and Malcolm McLaren) is for the rebels, but it still sells. “7 pounds for the “Pistols”, no coins, please.” God save this Queen.
10:45 a.m. - she’s always late. Sipping her CHERRY coke mixed with port, this spiky MIMOSA in army boots opens the Westwood’s shop at King’s Road. You would wait for an hour just to see her swirling around with the new vinyl records, this seditionary VIOLET in a spray-painted LEATHER jacket. Lost in a sweet reverie, her lipstick burns your skin, the JASMINE-white frills of her blouse gives you the hint of romance...but don’t get it wrong - maybe this “SEX” (the store created by Vivienne Westwood and Malcolm McLaren) is for the rebels, but it still sells. “7 pounds for the “Pistols”, no coins, please.” God save this Queen.
