How often do we inhale the scent of
perfume—a fragrance that never separates itself from the touch of an artist,
the creator behind every essence.
Yet have we ever stopped to wonder, when we slip into our everyday clothes,
where they truly come from?
Perhaps we know a fragment of their history—as thin as the thread that stitches our lives to beauty itself.
As time continues to turn its wheel, clothing evolves endlessly,
giving birth to new styles and countless unique designs.
Who stands behind these mesmerizing creations?
Yes—artists.
They are called by many names, my dear.
They may be ordinary tailors, armed only with needle and thread.
They may be pattern makers, skillfully arranging shapes and forms.
Or they may simply be individuals who, sensing something missing,
dare to alter their own garments.
But among all these titles, there is one name that shines the brightest—
a name woven into every flowing fabric and every exquisite stitch:
designer.
They are the visionaries, the true artists,
those who transform imagination into masterpieces we wear each day.
Now, this world is often known as the world of fashion, isn't it?
And that is precisely why I love it so deeply—
wounded by the beauty and glamour it carries.
Fashion has become part of our social existence,
from the past until now.
I often imagine myself living within that world forever,
even until my death.
So captivated am I by the beauty of those visionary artists,
that one day I drifted into a reverie while picking up clothes
from an old tailor.
Beside him stood a mannequin wearing a beautiful garment—
simple, yes, not the work of a famous designer,
yet it captured my heart for one reason alone:
it was the work of an artist.
I asked him,
"What a beautiful dress… the one who wears it must be beautiful too.
Who is this for?"
The old man chuckled softly and replied,
"For my wife."
From that moment on, I returned home with a joyful heart.
For the first time, I found something simple yet deeply sincere
within this world.
Since that night, before falling asleep,
I have always imagined their story—
how did he know the preferences of the woman he loved?
How did he create something so beautiful?
How delightful it is to imagine.
But that is natural, isn't it?
I am a storyteller,
and a storyteller lives by their imagination.
From there, I began to love watching films about the world of fashion—
dramas, series, even classic films made long before I was born.
My understanding of fashion continued to grow,
and the stories I wove became ever more vivid in my own mind.
Until finally, I decided to write—
to truly tell a story about the world of fashion.
And so, I present this story to you.
A tale rich in color and the scent of the fashion world,
filled with characters, life's dramas,
and diverse perspectives on beauty.
All born from the same source:
love for a world overflowing with art—a world I love completely.