Head to toe in Givenchy clothing and so obviously aware of her compelling beauty, a young model perches upon a wooden chest. I stare at her in awe, but do not receive so much as blink in response. Instead she remains inanimate, bored and detached. The bottles of Moët and candles around her fail miserably at inspiring a different mood.
Her counterparts are equally attractive, with their impossibly pale complexions, skin-piercing cheek bones and bee-stung lips. I immediately envy them, their clothes and their seemingly blasé attitude.
Next door, the atmosphere is different; brighter colours are evident in the fabrics and in everyone’s clothing. One model sits lion-esque on all fours whilst her friends stand proudly around her.
As I walk away (still envying their lifestyle and clothes), I feel the mannequins from Harrods’s window display watch back, envying my freedom and ability to breathe.
(See previous post for photographs).
Brilliant!
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