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17-10-2009
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^I read on Lady Dior's offical twitter than that book in the bag actually comes into Chapter 2 of the movie.

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Actually that is the book-The Catcher in the Rye by J.D.Salinger:

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Oooh i can`t wait until Chapter II and to see the other Print Ads...

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Wonder why they chose that book.. it doesn't sound Dior-esque to me in any possible way..

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I don`t know too,but i know that Marion will play a woman with double life in the 2nd Chapter of The Lady Dior Film.

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Here`s an extract from the book:

Extract from : The Catcher in the Rye

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, my parents would hvae about two hemorrhages apiece if I told anything pretty personal about them. They're quite touchy about anything like that, especially my father. They're nice and all - I'm not saying that - but they're also touch as hell. Besides, I'm not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or anything. I'll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around last Christmas just before I got pretty run-down and had to come out here and take it easy. I mean that's all I told D.B. about, and he's my brother and all. He's in Hollywood. That isn't too far from this crumby place, and he comes over and visits me practically every weekend. He's going to drive me home when I go home next month maybe. He got a Jaguar. One of those little English jobs that can do around two hundred miles an hour. It cost him damn near four thousand bucks. He's got a lot of dough, now. He didn't use to. He used to be just a regular writer, when he was home. He wrote this terrific book of short stories, The Secret Goldfish, in case you never heard of him. The best one in it was "The Secret Goldfish." It was about this little kid that wouldn't let anybody look at his goldfish becasue he'd bought it with his own money. It killed me. Now he's out in Hollywood, D.B., being a prostitute. If there's one thing I hate, it's the movies. Don't even mention them to me.
Where I want to start telling is the day I left Pencey Prep. Pencey Prep is this school that's in Agerstown, Pennsylvania. You probably heard of it. You've probably seen the ads, anyway. They advertise in about a thousand magazines, always showing some hotshot guy on a horse jumping over a fence. Like as if all you ever did at Pencey was play polo all the time. I never even once saw a horse anywhere near the place. And underneath the guy on the horse's picture, it always says: "Since 1888 we have been moulding boys into splendid, clear-thinking young men." Strictly for the birds. They don't do any damn more moulding at Pencey than they do at any other school. And I didn't know anybody there that was splendid and clear-thinking and all. Maybe two guys. If that many. And they probably came to Pencey that way.
Anyway, it was the Saturday of the football game with Saxon Hall. The game with Saxon Hall was supposed to commit suicide or something if old Pencey didn't win. I remember around three o'clock that afternoon I was standing way the hell up on top of Thomsen Hill, right next to this crazy cannon that was in the Revolutionary War and all. You could see the whole field from there, and you could see the two teams bashing each other all over the place. You couldn't see the grandstand too hot, but you could hear them all yelling, deep and terrific on the Pencey side, because practically the whole school except me was there, and scrawny and faggy on the Saxon Hall side, because the visiting team hardly ever bought many people with them.
There were never many girls at all at the football games. Only seniors were allowed to bring girls with them. It was a terrible school, no matter how you looked at it. I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even if they're only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or something. Old Selma Thurmer - she was the headmaster's daughter - showed up at the games quite often, but she wasn't exactly the type that drove you mad with desire. She was a pretty nice girl, though. I sat next to her once in the bus from Agerstown and we sort of struck up a conversation. I liked her. She had a big nose and her nails were all bitten down and bleedy-looking and she had on those damn falsies that point all over the place, but you felt sort of sorry. What I like about her, she didn't give you a lot of horse manure about what a great guy her father was. She probably knew what a phony slob he was.
The reason I was standing way up on Thomsen Hill, instead of down at the game, was because I'd just got back from New York with the fencing team. I was the goddam manager of the fencing team. Very big deal. We'd gone in to New York that morning for this fencing meet with McBurney School. Only, we didn't have the meet. I left all the foils on the goddam subway. It wasn't all my fault. I had to keep getting up to look at this map, so we'd know where to get off. So we got back to Pencey around two-thirty instead of around dinnertime. The whole team ostracized me the whole way back on the train. It was pretty funny, in a way.
The other reason I wasn't down at the game was because I was on my way to say good-by to old Spencer, my history teacher. He had the grippe, and I figured I probably wouldn't see him again till Christmas vacation started. He wrote me this note saying he wanted to see me before I went home. He knew I wasn't coming back to Pencey.

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Oh my gosh, funny story: I was reading The Catcher in the Rye when I first saw these ads. I noticed the "The" and "J.D." visible on the cover of the book in the ad, and I was like "OMG how funny would that be if it was The Catcher in the Rye?", but I though that was just a weird coincidence, that I was only putting two-and-two together because I was reading the book at the time..... The world makes more sense now

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awesome...I love this ad!! well Marion is always gorgeous!

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I hope this is the correct thread to be posting!

Image from UK Harper's Bazaar December Digital Issue.


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^ Thank you SO MUCH!
Saw this shot in the behind-the-scenes and hoped that it would make an ad!
This is so much better than the previous ones - love it!


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I love these ads! Of course, I pretty much am in love with everything about Marion right now so if they had dumped in her a pile of manure and called that an ad, I probably would have loved that too.

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Wow that new picture/Ad blown me away!It`s truly amazing!!!Wow,Wow,Wow!!!Dior + Marion = Perfection and Love.

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That has the be the best shot of this whole campaign so far. Marion's pose is just perfect, I love that angle on her face. The lighting it perfect, I love it.

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^True....great shot and very Dior.

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