"Me and Penelope
were having sophisticated coffees in St. Jacques square to lift our
not-so-Chanel moods when she popped, rhetorically: “Why don’t I start a
design label already?”. It was mid April and windy and flying back home
the next day and splurging from a style upgraded capital into our
ordinary lives gave that thought a little more gloss than any other
possible highlight of our trip.
We had infinite rants on how are so used
to forgetting, postponing, procrastinating the tiny or the bigger
resolutions, even the ones we make after a heartblowing Florence+The
Machine concert and a couple of beers, and so stuck in awe when nothing
happens because we did nothing in the first place. Then P. turned 25
next month and somewhere between the usual various routines that make
our head think slower and our self esteem accelerate only in the
presence of alcohol, she made room for scissors, fabric, pins and
leather. Then she took a crafts class and started turning metal into
magic. P. made her own design business in her living room, and by the
principle that sticks and rhinestones won’t break my bones but turn me
into a deadly dirty simple yet glamorous model/blogger/young enterpriser
lookalike, she put her first collection on sale via facebook."
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