The shoot for the “Super Dirty” fall campaign began at 6 a.m. in a $20 million Los Angeles hills rental. Aria, already in full glam, was doing a silent scream into a silk pillow. Leah was chasing a tiny, anxious chihuahua named Garbage around the infinity pool, trying to affix a diamond choker to its neck.
But the cameras kept rolling because the truth was more magnetic than the fantasy. When Leah finally found her keys in the jello, she looked at Aria—whose mascara was now two black rivers down her face—and said, “I think I’m going to marry a guy who owns a farm in Vermont and disappear.”
“He’s not feeling the $3,000 collar?” Aria deadpanned, not looking up from her mirror. “Relatable.” Leah Winters- Aria Carson - Super Dirty Bitches...
“You’d be bored by Tuesday,” Aria sniffled.
That clip, unscripted and raw, got 50 million views. The comments were split: They’re so real for this versus This is just mental illness with a lighting budget . The shoot for the “Super Dirty” fall campaign
The first scene was a “morning routine.” Leah, wearing a vintage Mugler bodysuit, pretended to make avocado toast while Aria dramatically poured a bottle of Dom Pérignon into a bowl of Froot Loops. The director loved it. “More disdain for the cereal,” he urged.
By noon, the set had devolved. Garbage the chihuahua had bitten a sound guy. Aria had locked herself in the primary suite’s bathroom to take a “business call” that involved crying over an ex who’d just gone public with a Victoria’s Secret model. Leah, sensing the mood, pivoted. She grabbed a microphone and began interviewing the pool cleaner about his “thoughts on parasocial relationships.” The crew was in stitches. Leah was chasing a tiny, anxious chihuahua named
“So… Tuesday,” Aria said, finally setting down her compact.