A coronation occurs today in another dimension: Imagine a pink princess Diana sitting on the throne. High up is her chin, and the smile of the queen of hearts fills the room.
Whatever dimension, princesses have something in common: They grow up in a home that lacks love, and their wounded spirits crave attention. They only believe in their aliveness in the flashlights of the cameras and know how to play it to their advantage. Their desire for love is their tragedy and glory: In the breast of every Diana beats a heart starving and hungry. The disaster escalates if they are bound to men whose love they can never win.
But like every coin has two sides, the beauty always lies closest to the pain, and their past makes them capable of floating whole nations with love.
So tell me: Which dimension would you rather be and shout hail to the ruler in a spectacular parade: One with a dead princess that lingers like a beautiful shadow full of sadness or a dimension with a sparkling pink queen on the throne?
Photographer: Nora dal Cero
Hair & Makeup: Sandra Gimmel
Styling & Model: Sara Streule
Jewellery: Natkina, Clothing: Maroni Vintage
Crowns: One from Etsy, the others lent from friends
