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but　soon　they　may　be　walking　down　the　red　carpet　at　the　Oscars。？

Vanessa　adjusted　the　focus　to　capture　the　faint　line　drawings　more　clearly。

？And　so　we　see　now　even　more　clearly　how　the　designer　Bailey　Winter？s　creative　process　works。

It　begins　with　some…thing　as　simple　as　the　color　of　plumage。　After　some　pencil　sketches　and　a　few

martinis　。　。　。？　She　trailed　off；　because　really；　she　had　no　idea　how　to　describe　dresses　or　fashion　or

if　chiffon　was　really　the　name　of　a　fabric。　Maybe　it　was　a　dessert？　？The　only　thing　I　cannot　show

you　is　that　which　exists　only　inside　the　designer？s　mind。　That？s　the　true　creative　process。？Or　the

true　drunken　process。　She　turned　the　camera　on　the　army　of　not…quite…empty　wineglasses。

？Oh。　My。　God。？

Vanessa　whirled　around；　instinctively　hiding　the　camera　behind　her　back　as　she　did。

Oops。

？Whatare　you　doing　in　here？？　Bailey　slammed　the　glass　door　behind　him　to　keep　any　of　his

precious　birds　from　escaping　into　the　garden。？Vanessa；Vanessa；？he　clucked；sounding　exactly　like

a　chicken。　？The　aviary　is　strictly　off…limits。　This　is　where　I　e　to　think　and　be　inspired！　You？ll

disturb　the　balance　of　creative　energy　simply　by　being　in　here！？

Of　course！　The　energy　balance！

？Please；　dear；　just　back　away　a　little。　Not　the　drawings。　No　one　can　see　them　until　I？m　done　with

the　preliminary　sketches。？

？Sorry。？　Vanessa　lamely　backed　away；　trying　to　look　repentant。　An　aquamarine…speckled

parakeet　squawked　past　her　ear　violently。　？I　guess　I　was　just　making　myself　at　home。　You　know；

like　you？d　suggested。？

？Well；　there？s　being　a　good　guest　and　then　there？s　just　plain　intruding。？　Bailey　frowned；　hugging

his　papers