THE EXOTIC LADIES OF RUE ST. DENIS by Kristen CoConis

While strolling from the Marais on our way to the Louvre one evening thirty years ago, we happened upon Rue St. Denis. It was incredible.

The street was a phantasmagoria of wonderfully wicked women. They meandered along sidewalks, lounged in cafés, leaned against walls and posed in doorways. Virtuous voluptuaries and wanton waifs. Boas, chiffon, leather and lace.