Apparently, when it comes to love the English are characterised by a sheepish lion proffering a rose and the French by a girl with the nipples of Dita von Teese and the face of Lily Cole.
I have yet to grasp the logic of these stereotypes (Richard Lionheart?) but love the covers unreservedly.
They have inspired a sewing project involving crimp scissors, lace and a lot of gingham which I'm optimistically hoping will scream Meadham Kirchhoff SS12 at best or Grayson Perry at a (highly skilled) worst. I might even whip out the watercolours and make some Valentines cards, sorry amours.
