So maybe Dior didn’t have it’s best season ever. (I, at least, don’t think so.) But I do love how you take us away to this alternate reality; you whisk us off our feet without abandon and refuse to even believe in real life. Dior couture is just so fantastical, so “out there,” that it almost creates its own reality — you can’t look at Dior and think about how weird it is; you’re simply forced to look at it and find the beauty in the fabrics, the shapes, the colours.

The idea.

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