What a lush and wonderful image this is! I see perhaps a fashion model unaware that she is losing her cotton-candy couture along with her personality in some elaborate and beautiful but dejected and lonely carousel.
She seems very much like the wooden, carved and painted horse upon which she sits, pretty, but unable to differentiate herself in any important way from the lifeless mounts around her.
Everything is still, no movement, no excitement, no life, only the implied metamorphic process in which clothing drops away only to reveal a butterfly in aspic.
This is so superbly conceived and carried out! There are so many interpretations possible [you have one of mine], I'm so impressed with your vision and ability!