Fire and Ice for Warren Part 1 – Fire
Summer Foovay | December 26, 2009
“I was a matchstick girl – when I met Warren. No, really I was!” her laughter was like the rest of her; big, full chested and round; it seemed to boom around my lofty studio. “There I was, bare headed, bare footed, in that thin little shift that was my only dress at the time. [...]





