
For my 13th birthday, my equal parts glamorous and disheveled grandmother gave me a bottle of Miss Dior, which was the ne plus ultra in non-suburban life to me.
Reading Francine du Plessix Gray's profile of Dior in the New Yorker, I learned
"He was born in 1905 in Granville, Normandy, the son of a prominent fertilizer magnate. ('It smells of Dior today,' townsfolk would remark.)"
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your specialness is so rad. i hope to see you soon. xo.
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