





If I were to be anyone in this world other than myself, I'd want to be Sofia Coppola. Her talent and taste are phenomenal, and she has a healthy obsession with la France, much like myself. I have always been a fan of her films (and their soundtracks), but I think it was after I read the French Vogue issue focused on her from about 4 or 5 years ago that I saw her in a completely different yet human light. It was a peak into her personal life, a privileged intimacy albeit I was merely reading about her in a magazine.
I have nothing but admiration for her.
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