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[art by Wes Anderson] the reflection in the mirror in not her

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the reflection in the mirror in not her
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Wednesday Addams kept close to Morticia's side. Though still in her usual somber colors, the young girl had chosen to dress according to Dior's aesthetic rather than her family's customary severe style. Wednesday wore a fit-and-flare dress hitting below the knees, made of finely ribbed wool in a muted charcoal. Three-quarter sleeves and a high lace collar lent it an air of mystery. At the waist was tied a wide sash of deepest navy silk, swaying gently as she walked. On her narrow feet were oxfor
Damien Hirst’s Exquisite Pain
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