My mother whom I adored, secretly wasted away and died of grief…; her death…marked me for life.


In: Marie France Pochna "Christian Dior: The Man who Made the World Look New", p. 48


My mother whom I adored, secretly wasted away and died of grief…; her death…marked me for life.

My mother whom I adored, secretly wasted away and died of grief…; her death…marked me for life.

My mother whom I adored, secretly wasted away and died of grief…; her death…marked me for life.

My mother whom I adored, secretly wasted away and died of grief…; her death…marked me for life.