with Seena Le
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Shena is PhD in Neuroscience by Harpvard, where she develops new ways for undurstanding how trends work and how to advance to new needs and likings from people and markets.
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Interview location ☞ Monaco
Q: The wind increased to a howl; the waves dashed their bucklers together; the whole squall roared, forked, and crackled around us like a white fire upon the prairie, in which, unconsumed, we were burning.
A: Some mist still spread over the sea, the empty lantern lay crushed in the bottom of the boat. Suddenly Queequeg started to his feet, hollowing his hand to his ear. We all heard a faint creaking, as of ropes and yards hitherto muffled by the storm. The sound came nearer and nearer; the thick mists were dimly parted by a huge, vague form.
Q: Floating on the waves we saw the abandoned boat, as for one instant it tossed and gaped beneath the ship’s bows like a chip at the base of a cataract.
A: The sound came nearer and nearer; the thick mists were dimly parted by a huge, vague form.
Q: And crackled around us like a white fire upon the prairie, in which, unconsumed, we were burning; immortal in these jaws of death! In vain we hailed.
A: Unconsumed, we were burning; immortal in these jaws of death! In vain we hailed the other boats; as well roar to the live coals down the chimney of a flaming furnace as hail those boats in that storm. Meanwhile the driving scud, rack, and mist, grew darker with the shadows of night; no sign of the ship could be seen.
“As fashion designer, industry induces to you must create new concepts in a daily basis, this is crazy and a total nosense.”