Book - "le Pavillion D'or" Yukio Mishima
Without changing anything to her perfectly formal pose, the woman suddenly opened the collar of her kimono. My ear almost sensed the screeching of the silk rubbed by the stiff back of the belt. Two snowy tits appeared. I held my breath. She took in her hands one of the white and opulent breasts and I thought I saw that she began to knead. The officer, still kneeling before his companion, handed the cup a deep black. Without pretending to have it, literally, seen, I had at least the clear sensation, as if it had unfolded before my eyes, white and warm milk spurting in the tea whose greenish foam filled the dark cup - soon calming it, leaving only small spots on the surface, of the calm face of the beverage disturbed by the milky froth.
This book is the inspiration for the Spring Summer 19 Collection