“Come on, babe Why don’t we paint the town And all that jazz… Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that jazz…”
snake pattern
Razzle Dazzle Part I
“[…] the sun, which as it sank lower, seemed to spread itself in benediction over the vanishing city where she had drawn her breath. He stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him.” F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby“
Pursefixation.com 