I first saw Martina when, accompanied by a mutual friend, she managed to sneak into our “temple” of fashion.  I say sneak because it was a real surprise for me to see her, more than anything unexpected given that I only knew her from fb…..”well”, I said to myself, recalling the photos of her albums, “she’s even more beautiful than I could ever have imagined!”   
It’s a surprise, and I’m pleased to share a certain feeling of liking.  I watch her as she peers at the first prototypes of work soon to be publicised, the first tests of clothes created around the philosophy of sufficiency, a new kind of sobriety. One garment strikes her in particular, and it’s the right one, the one with a white collar, she wants it…..but no, they are not yet for sale…..here she goes: “Can I try it on?”, I’m already curious to see it on her, I reply: “Of course you can!”.  Looking at her, I’m certain it’s hers, she insists….I will give it to her.

I decide to follow Martina.

I have decided that I will follow her and satisfy my irresistible urge to take some photos of her, whilst she wears and lives in my clothing, I’ve decided to surprise her, I’ve decided that her life will change…