She's a modern Narcissus, completely entranced by her own beauty and incapable of rational thought. She grasps the couch, perhaps her last effort to remind her senses of what is tangible, to lean into the mirror to embrace her reflection. She's immobilized by herself.
Perhaps Alber is reminding us that this uncontrollable feeling of self adoration is the the most important reason you should wear Lanvin.++
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