The caption says, "30 unique photographs from 1959. Christian Dior in Moscow."
And somehow these photographs make me sad, sad, sad. Audrey Hepburns strategically inserted into the pages of 'Soviet Woman' for the sole reason of breathing life into the Hepburns alone. No give; just take.
Perhaps not as obviously stark and troubling as malnourished, bow-legged, rheumy-eyed children in remote villages serving as backdrop extras, but the ultimate effect belongs in the category of deprived people serving as props to sell a lifestyle that they could not attain at that time and in that space.
The cringe-worthiness is made worse when I wonder, 'Did they know exactly what they were doing? Or did they not?'
Which is more troubling?
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