I saw, how his eyes looked at the starts of this winter night.
Heh, he liked looking at the things from different angles and finding inspiration in everything.
What had motivated him?
I remember the day when I first met him.
It was an exciting fashion event, organized by Max and his friend-designer. There were models in black formless dresses, costumes.
Designer draw on them some cosmic patterns, and then Max takes photos and makes animation on the walls in the hall.
It was unique.
But his talent have an another side.
I know any model he slept with. Each bitch that touch his body.
And I just reading blogs and news about him. Without approaching.
Because I want to find his formula of talent!
Any his projects were amazing.
But in one day everything changed for me.
In one day I had read in blog of his helper that any idea was stolen from few photographers from Austria.
He paid young talents for their ambitions and ideas!
In few hours post was deleted. I called helper and asked about that news. The answer were positive.
Sad news for me.
That cold evening I crossed each magazine, each brochure from Max events.
But I can stop to watching him.
I want to see any idea in his eyes? His own idea?
I thought that I know anything about him.
In something we are similar. I haven’t my own creative life. All what I can it looked and impressed of work of others. Heartily admiring.But how I can admire Max after he built his career using others talents?
Yes, the world of fashion dirty and covetous. And I here to clear the truth.
I must ask Max some question. And today he will answer me.
Because he have no choice…
Today all was ended.
I saw, how his eyes looked at the starts of this winter night.
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