She looked at him.
"The fashion industry," she said, "produces more miserable people than almost any other industry on earth and has collectively decided to call that misery aesthetic. And everyone inside it knows it and nobody says it because the moment you say it out loud you've broken the spell and the spell is the entire product."
Ryan looked at her. "Do you still want to be in it."
"I want to make things," she said. "The industry is just the container. I'm trying to figure out if I can make the things without the container poisoning them."
"The line you mentioned. Your own."
"Still thinking about it."
"What's stopping you."
She opened her mouth and then closed it.
"That's a longer answer," she said.
"We have time."
She picked up her drink and looked at him for a moment with a considering expression he'd learned meant she was deciding how honest to be.
