How Much Is That Dress in the Window?

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!"