Divine Fabrics Born From The Hand Of Carmen Schwartz .
His mother and aunt were born in Cuba, in the shadow of a mother dedicated entirely to sewing and passion for the well done . Already in Spain, and still a child, Carmen discovers an old trunk in the back of her parents. A whole find, a treasure full of secrets … dozens of ancient remnants, divine fabrics, ribbons and buttons, slept hidden in that chest that once crossed the ocean, and crouched, imprisoned by time and feelings … And among the fabrics … some loose photos, a small booklet with words and farewells full of nostalgia for a time that smells of tobacco and coffee …
Carmen played with the fabrics, and disguised herself, and she took off and put on … and dressed in a thousand different outfits … making each winter afternoon a country of wonders … As she grew older, disguises disappeared, childhood and games … and as if by magic, ideas sprang up, adolescence, and the possibility of creating a thousand things …
Manaus illusions, projects and dreams with just lifting the lid of that same trunk full of the same divine fabrics , ribbons and buttons … And at that time was forging a dream that came true, and that still smells of tobacco and coffee … and whose aroma and texture I want to share with you …
