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Jana Starcevic, co-founder of The Completist in London, UK
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Fabrics divinas was born by the hand of Maria Cisneros. His mother and aunt were born in Cuba, in the shadow of a mother dedicated entirely to sewing and a passion for what is well done. Already in Spain, and still a child, Maria discovers an old trunk in the back room of her parents. A real find, a treasure full of secrets... dozens of ancient remnants, divine fabrics, ribbons and buttons, slept hidden in that chest that one day crossed the ocean, and he 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 like tobacco and coffee... Maria played with fabrics, and disguised herself, and took off and put on... and dressed in a thousand different outfits... making every winter afternoon a wonderland... As she grew older, costumes, childhood and games disappeared... and as if by magic, ideas, adolescence, and the possibility of creating a thousand things sprouted... There were illusions, projects and dreams just by lifting the lid of that same trunk full of the same divine fabrics, ribbons and buttons... And at that moment a dream was being forged that came true, and that still smells of tobacco and coffee... and whose aroma and texture I want to share with you. I leave the lid of the trunk up so that you can peek out and you too dare to do with these fabrics, everything beautiful that you have inside...
Fabrics divinas was born by the hand of Maria Cisneros. His mother and aunt were born in Cuba, in the shadow of a mother dedicated entirely to sewing and a passion for what is well done. Already in Spain, and still a child, Maria discovers an old trunk in the back room of her parents. A real find, a treasure full of secrets... dozens of ancient remnants, divine fabrics, ribbons and buttons, slept hidden in that chest that one day crossed the ocean, and he 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 like tobacco and coffee... Maria played with fabrics, and disguised herself, and took off and put on... and dressed in a thousand different outfits... making every winter afternoon a wonderland... As she grew older, costumes, childhood and games disappeared... and as if by magic, ideas, adolescence, and the possibility of creating a thousand things sprouted... There were illusions, projects and dreams just by lifting the lid of that same trunk full of the same divine fabrics, ribbons and buttons... And at that moment a dream was being forged that came true, and that still smells of tobacco and coffee... and whose aroma and texture I want to share with you. I leave the lid of the trunk up so that you can peek out and you too dare to do with these fabrics, everything beautiful that you have inside...
