Finding yourself at Undercover and Dries Van Noten.
“As always, she wakes up just before the alarm goes off.”
“As always, she gets up in the dark and walks into the bathroom.”
“As always, she quickly looks into the mirror. Yes, That’s her. Forty years old, mother of one, single, working.”
So went the voice-over at the Undercover show: a prose poem written and read by the film director Wim Wenders. You could practically see the audience sit up in response: Wait. Is he talking about me? Or maybe not me, but my cousin/neighbor/aunt/friend?
Certainly, a woman I know.
Guess how often that happens during a fashion show? Usually never. Conventional wisdom has it that
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