DEAR MARCUS.

Dear Marcus,

Thank you for the letter. I'm very glad that you like my work. Though I love the atmosphere of the city, I can't make it in a short amount of time. I want you to know that I'm always pleased to arrange a meeting via Skype or any social platforms that suits you.

Chanel is doing its next show at the Ritz. Have you heard? I wish to know what it's like to stay overnight at the hotel. Did you happen to take any pictures there? Could you send me some? I'm not sure what I'll do with them, but you know they'll make my day. Talking of taking pictures, I'm using my camera again for black and white photography. I miss it. It took me one shot to realize how good I used to be at this.

By the way, do you know I'm playing Homestead, The Good Dinosaur OST, while writing to you? I was experimenting an idea before watching the movie. I guess by now you know I've had a good day.

You asked me a question about this industry. I have the answer now. Marcus, I believe that no one in fashion succeeds alone. However, if they make it, at the end of the day, they'll always find themselves to be alone or surrounded by people while feeling lonely. Can you imagine yourself being successful and constantly traveling back and forth? It's your life already. But keep imagining. Tell me, isn't there a single day you sit at a restaurant looking good and feeling empty inside? That's what the industry is all about. It looks so good that it makes people nervous and scared of you. We focus so much on things that build our career, yet tear apart some of our closed relationships.

I hope I didn't get you down. You must know I enjoy the cost of this path because it's been my decision all along. I'm super curious about your next destination. Please don't hesitate to write to me. I happened to find a place that sold sealing wax, which will make this habit of ours so much more overdressed. Something we like to be every day.

Take care, my dear. I'll see you soon.

All the best,

Jamie

A PAINTING ABOUT A CAFE.

I've been writing a lot lately but none of them was published. I've been every where, to a cafe, a restaurant or a theatre, write anything that comes on my mind. The truth is, all I ever want is to be. Not to succeed. Success is a product of the society we're living in. An illusion created by those who rule the world, like a bait and we're the fishes. I used to say I wanted to live in a house like this, wake up like that, do things like ta ta ta, then do things like da da da. But now I've changed. I'm trembled knowing how practical I used to be. And assured to realize how much I've learned to stop being so practical.

1. I only like a few of Yohji Yamamoto's designs, the minimal ones. His philosophy is good, but the messiness of his clothes doesn't exist in my world, hence, neither do I in his.

2. Fashion designer sounds too flashy and mushy. I don't like to label oneself. I'll be proud to make clothes as skillfully as a tailor.

3. I hate mediocrity.

4. I believe in words. I think kids who read, love animals and have dreams are the luckiest ones.

5. As much as I love to write, I find it hard to take writing as a job. I write because I want to. But fashion is different. I can't get myself out of it, like a debt from the past and this present life is my turn to pay.

6. I'm lazy. Very lazy. I create good things thanks to it. 

"Good artists copy. Great artists steal."

My lucky number is not 6, however, I'll call it a night, finish my painting and see you later. I apologize for not taking many photos of myself but honestly, I'm not sorry. This is not a fashion blog and I don't give people name tags of what I wear. You know me, it's easy, I wear clothes of people whom I work for. Good night.