Dior and I

After a good two years since the documentary was released, I finally watched it on a Friday night. My housemates were out, I was in the right headspace and had no distractions. It was amazing! The whole time I was watching I knew I wasn’t alone. My beautiful aunt who introduced me to the dream world of all-things-french was with me (she passed 12 years ago). That night I dreamt. Influenced by Dior and I as well as the book I’m currently reading, The Wind-Up Bird by Huruki Murakami, I dreamed of never-ending lengths of silk with beautiful blacks, blues and purples throughout. Silk of cherry blossoms made with true passion. It was a very good dream.


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