The richness and variety of the wedding dress was unexpected - layered and pleated, embroidered and crocheted, woollen and linen, draped with coin belts, fastened with embossed silver buckles.
The wedding dress of Indonesia was also unexpected - at least to my western, white-lace-trained eye. I sat one day in a songket workshop in Palembang, south Sumatra, as a young women whirled about her length after length of red brocade - golden threads and silk in elaborate abstracts - patterns glinting in the dim light.
In the Balkans and Sumatra alike, companions also wore sumptuous clothes, grand gestures for moments of magnificence.
I took the number 19 bus to the Thames. We passed through Sloane Square - a place of magnificence, with almost more fashion in the streets than in the shops. Beside Battersea Park I made a drawing.
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