Catwalk
Giulia was born in a village, she loved crowds and she always went out with friends. She thought her world was the whole world and when she started being a model nothing surprised her and she took it in her stride.
Rachele often went out alone and lived in the world, like all city girls. She had a confused look that went well with any colour and she moved in luxury by vocation. She loved the mountains, when you are blinded by the white because it’s too bright and she would walk aimlessly for hours, just for the sake of walking. She said that the night deserved elegance and indeed, at night she went around parties with just the right amount of style and inconsolable air. During the daytime she never took enough pride in herself, she wanted it to end quickly and she was listless even though the sun made her more beautiful. Giulia watched her, she never really understood her completely. They chatted, designed shoes on the gym walls and laughed, falling on each other when they were too tired.
Giulia says of her: “When she fainted on the catwalk, I couldn’t believe she had collapsed before my eyes. Then she said it had been fantastic, that everything around her became distant.”
A few years have gone by. Sometimes they sit near each other on the front row of some fashion show, but a curtain separates them. So, they listen to each other in silence so as not to lose each other completely.