Zan Perrion

Letters

I write from Bucharest, now and then. About women, about beauty, about whatever I happen to be working on.

There is no schedule and there is no sequence. I send one when I have something worth sending, and not otherwise.

One click to stop, at the bottom of every one. I do not share the list with anybody, ever. Your address is handled as set out in the Privacy Notice.

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