I grew up listening my father comparing me to Diana Rigg and it has always got my on my nerves. She was too old, too woman, too vintage to identify to. At the moment the Avengers are diffused on Arte so I forced myself to kiss and make up with it. Althought I'm still wondering how he saw any similitude with a 5 years old little girl, I've definitely changed my mind, she has become my absolute style icon. A leather packed bomb assuming a submitted role to better drive the men wherever she wanted to. Morevover she has been ennobled by the Queen of England and who ever read this blog knows that the 29th of April will be my grief day...
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