Arlecchino - that impish servant; Hellequin, a black-masked emissary of the devil. Its many iterations dance their diamond patchwork limbs through Italian, French, Spanish, Sufi, and African cultures.
My love of the harlequin runs deep ... the servant, the clown; the patchwork diamond result of a compulsive need to recreate one's own costume as one's antics wear it down. A garment of necessity still masterfully rendered. To find a harlequin diamond on a tri-tone vintage hand sequined silk T-shirt is a hurrah of sorts, a triumph; the imp has recast his garb in luxury, his nimble dance has turned to one of boasting his ascension from his master rather than groveling at his feet. Hellequin bling shining in black, silver and gold.
I should like to wear it with sheer black silk ankle-length bloomers... like the agile harlequin, I'll fashion them myself.