I've come to accept by now that I'm Truman and Philo is Christof. All her collections are means of dissuading my sartorial vista leaving me irrevocably enthralled in a dystopia of perfect minimalism. Just like Truman, my season-to-season life is controlled by her incessant hands and my mind is severely punctuated with recurring dreams of packing up my hobo luggage with Pre Fall 13 and fleeing to a far away island...
Am I ever going to be a True-Man? Will I ever free myself from the existential angst her collections impose on my tired soul? Who knows?
"In case I don't see you... good afternoon, good evening, and good night" . BOW .
See the full Céline Pre Fall 13 collection here