the scenes




What a delicious thing to find on a Sunday morning. The day when you lay about on couches in ballgowns, waiting for tuxedo-clad strangers to lend you a helping hand. The day when you buy flowers and spritz perfume and pretend you're in your own mini-movie. The day when - if it's hot enough, and it definitely is - you politely daydream of splashing about in a fountain or diving (still in the ballgown) head-first into a blueberry-blue pool. Miss Dior Cherie, you had me at Sofia Coppola, but these photos (and the Tim Walker lensed campaign) make it all so much sweeter.
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