The scene takes place in the Mojave Desert, in an aircraft boneyard. A handful of Givenchy garments designed by Riccardo Tisci are lingering in the wasteland, where old planes go to die. The wind blows softly, brushing the sky clean, clashing on the fabric. The clothes seem to be dancing among carcasses. Together, they create a sort of community, a community of loners where you can heavily feel the lightness of a dancing dress.