Charm School Bolero
She’s eating saba with a little ponzu jelly. It’s not the most welcoming fish on the menu. Novices run in fear.
Her nigori, also a bold and unconventional choice, is milky and cold. Her head is buried in a book on battlefield massacres of the 1800s.
I’m enthralled. She’s dressed in a bolero so effortlessly demure and innocent, it’s hard to imagine where these other, more stout, choices emanate.
Is it wrong to ask someone in the middle of their saba what makes them tick?
Next thing I know, Makeo, who’s been slicing the fish here for 40 years, asks if she still plays the banjo.
Next, she’s pouring her own sake.
That’s it, shaku aure will prevail.
Charm School Bolero (No. 5980). Pure silk georgette. Playful flounce along the neckline and sleeve. The sheer silk lets whatever you're hiding underneath still shine. Small gathers at the short sleeves. Self-tie black velvet ribbon in the front. Imported.