Stranded Disco Siren
Disco siren Anthi Paraskevaidou, brassy and platinum, lacquered in sequins from the lashes down to the platform heels.
Studio 54 royalty in exile, glinting in silver and rose gold, tinted shades down and gold heavy at the throat, out for a reckless night.
Sun warmed, overly glossed and gloriously overdone, the last great good time bombshell, still glittering long after the music died.
