We live in a world tagged with codes, sections, files, colors, brands, everything coded to make us feel good, a consumption market, superfluos where the most important seems to be the aesthetic of feelings. A code. Walking by life with the assuredness to feel the center of the world, changing colors of tags, brands and look into shop windows: those dresses, red shoes, earrings, hairstyle.
One day, without noticing you go out from the code. You are not a doll-mannequin, with time, that doll has gone to the other side of the shop window. A new code. A new movement, another way of living without being watched, with the freedom to watch, feel, think and do. More intimate, more her, even more women. Without the need of demonstrating anything to anybody.