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Reading Un regard, cleverly published during Paris Fashion Week, the book reveals itself to be a self-portrait of a wounded woman, constantly haunted by the fear of disappearing from fashion history. Viard describes the melancholy of her post-Chanel life in detail, describing herself as a ghost, haunted by the presence of Lagerfeld's memory. Eventually, her story devolves into a desperate search for recognition. She's adamant that her five years at the head of the house deserves its place in history, insisting in a long anaphora: “Those collections were me. That work was me. That way of being at Chanel—free, uncompromising, true to the house's spirit, while also opening it up—was me.” But is that really true?