For just one single day in the month of May the sun is shining. This has probably been agreed personally between God and Karl.
We are in the gardens of Versailles where the house of Chanel seems to have amassed an army of staff. I estimate there are over 400 of them in total. They easily outnumber the very select (and charmingly eccentric) guests.
I guess this was how things used to be done.
Tilda Swinton quietly enters the garden.
Her presence changes the very air. The garden, is totally awash with Champagne.
It feels like I have fallen into a short story by Scott Fitzgerald.