A variation on the old song, to be sure.
Here is a windowful of dresses, waiting to be vetted by Marion Cotillard at the Chateau Marmont. Are they lonely, a la Miss Havisham, or full of possibility?
In either case, I like the vaguely ghostly quality of the image, and the almost audible yearming of the structured bodices: "Choose me!"
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I'm not sure about any one of these dressed but together against the light from the window, they do look lovely in a haunting sort of way.
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