Barbarella27

A large cloud of talcum powder greets me as I enthusiastically tap my face with the puff. In front of me, lovingly arranged, are freshly pressed make-up in golden tins, perfumed body powder in hand-painted porcelain jars, and various flacons...

Once a month, my parents and I drive to the farm shop. With the usual shopping list in the colorful woven basket and my Discman in my jacket pocket, we get into the car. During the 20-minute drive, I listen to my new Florence + The Machine...