She

City... It stays indifferent to the daily vanities, passions, and seasons. Even time does not stand in its way, just leaves deep wrinkles on city face...
The city covered with changes... They are spreading all over small streets and wide squares, shining in street lanterns and tiny attic gas lamps, staring into windows. Suddenly they catch someone's eyes, her eyes ... There she is: in a small room, in the middle of the night, living her life at the beginning of the century.
Who is she? Is she a laundress, a seamstress, a suffragette or a harlot? She is all in one and none of them at the same time. She is rebellious and vulnerable, desired, and neglected, sensual, and indifferent, strong, and feminine. She is volatile as fashion, fleeting as time. Sitting in her room, surrounded by lace and her thoughts, she is sewing the trend, stitching creativity, modeling changes.
She is Freina, she is Frida, she is Co-Co... Yesterday, today, tomorrow...