- - En realidad, tendría que estar durmiendo, porque
mañana tengo que SEGUIR estudiando. Pero me di cuenta que mi cabeza iba a
explotar y en ese instante frené, Y necesitaba recordar porqué lo estaba
haciendo. Lo estaba haciendo por mí. Pura y exclusivamente. Por todos los
sueños que están detrás de esto.
Por París.
Por un armario en el cual los vestidos, zapatos, bolsos, y
detalles más hermosos, lleven mi nombre.
Por esos desfiles en los cuales siempre quise estar.
Porque desde MUY chiquita, siempre quise lo mismo.
Ahora tengo que pensar y mentalizarme en que puedo con esto.
En verdad, voy a ser DISEÑADORA. Y cuando me digan algo como: “Te vas a dedicar
a hacer dibujitos”, “Eso no se estudia”, “Quieres ser modista?” o “Para que
estudias eso?”, pueda responderles erguida y orgullosa algo así:
“his...
stuff'? Oh. Okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to
your closet and you select... I don't know... that lumpy blue sweater, for
instance, because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too
seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don't know is
that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise. It's not lapis. It's
actually cerulean. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002,
Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was
Yves Saint Laurent... wasn't it who showed cerulean military jackets? I think
we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections
of eight different designers. And then it, uh, filtered down through the
department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner
where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue
represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and it's sort of comical how
you think that you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry
when, in fact, you're wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the
people in this room from a pile of stuff”.
Candela.
