In Merche Segarra’s office, there is a venetian mask. White, of course. As in my room.
The first time I went to her stronghold of inspiration, I could feel the delicacy of her fabrics, the subtlety of each detail and the commitment to timeless design. On the walls, instead of paintings, sketches. And more sketches full of corrections. Merche has been always an inveterate perfectionist.
Today I sneaked into her workshop, to immortalize a morning’s work in Jesús Peiró central. When white is the King and fantasy his best weapon, the curtain rises.
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