You can not explain if you do not live if you are not there to enjoy, admire and live every second, minute, now that will lead to the grand finale.
It runs, screams, the last hairpin tucked in the hair, millions of lacquer splashes over the smell of perfume on the skin, no longer the difference between good or bad smell, everything is beautiful, and everything is horrible.
The first journalist intrudes in search of a stylist wants to ask him what this collection was born, because he chose to show the world this way. Everyone wants a photo with a stylist, he is in a caretaker, wants to run away, but at the same time has a smile commanded on his lips, in which he conceals fear, tension, emotion and happiness.
She's gone, she's changed, but she always wears that smile with her.
The sessions are numbered, the doors open, each person takes seats, you see some flash of those who start to become selfie, put the image on social and boast, the managers are hiding in the direction, the models are ready, dressed, a smile and a good way.
Most of those sitting there looking do not even know what's behind in 15 minutes of perfection.