This is the dress that you’re wearing when you stroll your gardens. You are a woman who was born to a wheat farmer, who became a princess, who will be queen, who, in a dream, will feel the sharpness of a blade at your throat. You and your king sense a workers’ revolution and flee. While crouched in a carriage, hands choking emeralds and furs, you realize that you, like everyone, are an integral part of civilization. History will remember your name. Sometimes fondly.
All images and dresses from the Ulyana Sergeenko Spring/Summer 2012 collection.
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