"My hands plunge into the fabrics, my fingers tremble at the contact with organdie, fine felt, jute, patchwork. I feel the intoxication that must have been felt by that woman who was shut up all night in the Sephora cosmetics store in their lovely advertising film. All the gold in the world wouldn't buy that dizzying feeling. All the woman here are beautiful. Their eyes shine. Looking at a piece of fabric, they already imagine a dress, a cushion, a doll. They make dreams; they have the beauty of the world at their fingertips. Before I leave I buy some Bemberg lining, some polypropolene webbing, cotton rickrack braid and pompons. My happiness costs less than forty euros."
- Jocelyne in the Marche Saint-Pierre, the big textiles market in the Rue Charles Nodier, Paris