She knocks at the door. I open. It’s either Saturday and I come to the atelier just for her, or late in the evening, sometimes at a lunch break. She knows what she wants, either she looked at the site because she did not have time to attend the Second Skin party, or in a couple of seconds, looking at the collection, she knows what she wants. She leaves in 10 minutes with 3 Second Skin boxes. The next day she is ordering by phone some items that she did not buy when she came, for her or for her friends. I deliver late at night in a restaurant when she is having dinner, the only times both me and her are free and the traffic is not a nightmare. When I can, I deliver in person. Sometimes she has free time and the 20 minutes coffee became 2 hours of intense talks about different self-development topics. I see her necked, I know what she thinks about her body because she tells me when she chooses, while I sit silently admiring her, I see her sometimes without make up, the success does not need a make-up face. I meet her sometimes by chance in the city wearing Second Skin and I am so proud, she looks amazing, she turns all the heads in her obviously different outfit, not eccentric, only herself shining out. Socially she is powerful, deep inside she is fragile and has unfulfilled dreams like all of us. I understand her, and this gives me fuel to further create something even more interesting and useful in which she could express another (beautiful) face of herself.
I understand know why and how men fall in love, because I create for women, for “she”, I pay attention, I admire the fragile, the powerful, the mother, the woman that appears with more shine in the mother, so grateful, so fascinating – in the honored occasions when I meet “her” personally. This is my fuel to create. Sometimes I need music to know who I am. Give me your music!