HOW I CAME UP WITH THE IDEA OF CREATING MY FIRST MODEL
It was a Monday in February. I remember because it was cold. A cold that no longer exists, a polar cold. It was snowing heavily. Paris was paralysed. At the time, I was working for a major shoe brand created by a man who has now disappeared. Not in a magic trick, no. He was well and truly dead, well buried, well decomposed. Far, far away.
I'VE DECIDED TO NAME MY SALOMÉ KIRK, AND HERE'S WHY
Somewhere after graduation and between a few extinguished university studies (which is the opposite of brilliant), I looked in the mirror and said to myself (apart from the fact that I thought I looked pretty good):
"Well then, girl, don't you think you'd be better off somewhere else than here? Tell the truth, and don't hide from it".
THIS IS HALLOWEEN, THIS IS HALLOWEEN PUMPKINS SCREAM IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
A NEWSLETTER THAT WILL TEACH YOU LUMINOUS HUMILITY
Patricia wants you to be the safest, most confident woman on the ter planet.
MAKE A GIFT TO THE ONE WHO DESERVES EVERYTHING : YOU
Call on your big heart, celebrate yorself !
