Enter VIOLET
A teen cinema queen dressed in expensive flesh-baring black and last night's eyeliner, seeing the world in dizzying technicolor. She is tired-looking, harder and older than her seventeen years, and looks inexplicably as if she is incomplete, missing the other half of her whole.
"Flint?" she calls, peering down a hallway. "Wasn't there a party here tonight?" But even accounting for the lack of pounding music and coke-dusted starlets, her surroundings are unfamiliar. "Shit. I'm guessing this is not Flint Cassidy's place?"
Typist: Violet Samms, from Francesca Lia Block's Violet & Claire.
"Flint?" she calls, peering down a hallway. "Wasn't there a party here tonight?" But even accounting for the lack of pounding music and coke-dusted starlets, her surroundings are unfamiliar. "Shit. I'm guessing this is not Flint Cassidy's place?"
Typist: Violet Samms, from Francesca Lia Block's Violet & Claire.