But what if it’s someone who’s not our type? Someone who wears the back of her collar up or something?’ 

The park admits the wind, the petals lift and scatter  like versions of myself I was on the verge of becoming; and ten years on  and ten blocks down I still can’t tell whether this dispersal resembles  a fist unclenching or waving goodbye.

The heart decides, and what it decides is all that really matters.

I was in fashion school, my brother has a law background, and my sister-in-law had worked in production, but none of us had a proper fashion business education.

Written By Alexander Wang

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