Cannes lives in this image—the romance of film, the Riviera, the gowns that become their own kind of cinema. I wanted Sirena to feel like she belongs to both the Pacific tides and the Mediterranean coast, a woman who could walk any red carpet but chose this abandoned cinema instead because she understands that preservation is its own form of celebration. The mercury gown is my love letter to celluloid—those spiraling sequins ARE film unspooling, light made wearable. She's not mourning old cinema; she's keeping it alive in her body. — Vesper