Oh, Lydia... The tone deafness it takes to pair a white, summer, backless linen dress with a winter wool tweed blazer, the battered beyond recognition flats, the fake Kelly and then, use those images as you narrate the vid in what you think is a gravelly, ASMR voice, while adding the nasal vocal fry of Nanny Fine to the contrived accent. The result is a sad mishmash of flaky, entitled, nouveaux riche posing. Pitifully pathetic.
P.S. Both you and Ali need to learn how to pronounce Serge Lutens. It's Loo-TENS, not Loo-ten, no matter how poshly you try to speak. You pronounce the "s" in that name.