I don't know if I can express to you how wonderful Chanel is this time. The details shots make my breath catch in my throat. You're going to think I'm being melodramatic, that's fine. I don't give a damn about the world. When I look at these...they are the world.
To quote:
"The room was all white, with every pillar deeply garlanded in giant paper flowers, tables covered with laser-cut paper cloths, and the staircase laden with yet more cutout roses and camellias. As the girls started to descend in pristine, precision-cut silhouettes, heads decorated with exquisite paper-flower tiara constructions, it was clear this was going to be a Chanel moment to treasure."
It was also clear Uncle Karl has been reading and LOVING Flowers in the Attic, by V.C. Andrews. Oh, the glory.
STATUS: Gorgeous, but bloodless.
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