In an exciting new Fall 2022 campaign for Gucci Eyewear, Billie Eilish becomes a femme fatale driving the winding roads of the Hollywood Hills. Billie puts her foot on the gas — with no electric vehicle available in this retro, film-noir fashion vision — encountering her twin car in pink coming close to her.

Is Billie in danger? We’re on pins and needles with faux fear. Follow the video and AOC — as always — will share our unique insights on the other side. Harley Weir [IG] directs the film, with art direction by Lina Kutsovskaya. And, of course, Gucci’s Alessandro Michele is always the conductor of the ensemble.

Anne’s Most Profound Dream

Over the course of my life, there are perhaps 7-10 dreams that have rocked my world.

I don’t honestly believe that Beyoncé, Tiffany & Co, Alessandro Michele, Gucci, Billie Eilish and Anne Enke are travelling on the same moonbeam — but one never knows.

Writing about the new Tiffany & Co campaign this weekend, I quoted the star in Tiffany-speak and then added my own footnote with a link to Psychology Today:

Beyoncé is “honored to explore even deeper how beautiful our connections are, when we truly celebrate the relationship and importance of love that we have for ourselves as individuals.” This form of self-love — so often ridiculed as being selfish and self-obsessed — is key to forming thriving relationships with other people.

Fine. That’s Anne of Carversville being our typical, analytical, intelligent and intuitive self

On the face of it, we hear this film sending a similar message as Tiffany’s — except that I had this exact dream in another format.

OMG — and I just wrote these words five minutes ago, about Tobias Dionist in Gucci Special 'Exquisite Goddess' by Angelo Lamparelli: They’re both Gucci posts — and I didn’t see the Billie Eilish post, researching — as AOC always does — the Angelo Lamparelli fashion story. I saw it on Dazed.

Model Tobias Dionisi appears in the pages of DNA Magazine Mexico in a Gucci Special ‘Exquisite Goddess’. Photographer Angelo Lamparelli [IG] captures Dionisi in beautiful ruins but also a common archetype in dreams.

This story is becoming so layered, I cannot tell it fully in this post. OMG! . . . OMG!. . . OMG! All I will say in this moment is that in my most profound dream ever, I was wandering in a church and saw my dead husband lying on a slab at the front of the church. Forget that he was Jewish.

I was with a friend, who I never spoke to, but she was very close to me — like her presence was there, but there was no interaction.

Fast-forward an epic portion of the dream, and I was outside alone, walking on top of a hedge, elevated above the ground. As I walked forward with no plan but to escape the church and what occurred there, I saw my friend walking towards me.

“What’s going on back there?” she asked me. “I don’t know,” was my first answer. My friend was silent and just stared into my face. Then I said “Barry G is dead. They say he died of a broken heart . . . . I don’t know who killed him. I had to get out of that church.”

My friend looked me eye-to-eye and said: “[Linda] Anne, you did kill him . . . but he deserved to die. He abused you “savagely — physically, mentally and emotionally.”

I was very traumatized already in my dream, over the agony I suffered at the hands of this man Barry G. For my friend to tell me that I was the murderer was too much. But then I looked into her eyes, and she said:

“[Linda}, Anne, you had to kill him, so that you could live. The man had you by the throat — like Othello had Desdemona. He had you by the throat, Anne. Thank goodness Bonnie and Jerry were there that night, to take you to safety.”

In that moment, I looked at my friend — just as Billie looks at her twin in the Gucci film — and I realized that she was me. “I love you, Anne,” she said. And just like Billie, I said “I love you, too.”

It was the first time I had come to touch so profoundly my unconscious self. She had appeared before, but never in such a directly-revelatory manner. Now we are very close friends. More to come. Thanks, for the morning ride, Gucci. ~ Anne