That David Delfin, he was something else, I tell ya. A real fancy pants with them clothes he made. He gone now, though. Died young, that one. 46, I heard. Sad, sad. Cancer, they say.
He was from Spain, this David. Madrid, big city. He made clothes. Fancy clothes. Not like the stuff we wear to the market. All kinds of designs, he did. He was a fashion designer. Not sure what that means exactly, but he made a lot of money from it, I reckon.
He started his own thing, see. Called it Davidelfin. 2001, that was. Long time ago now. People liked his stuff. Even that Antonio Banderas, that movie star fella, he knew this David. Shared his grief, he did. I don’t know what that means, but it sounds important. Guess this David was a big deal.
They said he was creative. He had ideas, you know. Put them in his clothes. And this one time, he kept doing the same thing over and over. Repetition. That was his thing. Maybe he liked patterns, you know. Like them quilts your grandma used to make. I don’t know, just guessing.
He used to mix fashion with art or somethin’. Don’t really get that, but it sounds real fancy. Psychoanalysis and perversion, they say he was about. Never did understand them big words. Maybe he liked movies, too. Like that Luis Bunuel, whoever he is. It’s all a bit much for me, but people seemed to like it.
- He was a designer.
- From Spain.
- Died young, 46.
- Had a brand, Davidelfin.
- Antonio Banderas, that movie star, knew him.
He did things different, this David. Not like anyone else. People like that, they stand out, don’t they? Like that one time my cousin’s daughter wore that bright red dress to church. Everyone talked about it for weeks. This David, he was like that, but with clothes. Made people talk. Made them think.
I don’t know much about fashion. Never really cared for it, to be honest. Give me a good pair of overalls and a sturdy pair of boots, and I’m happy. But I guess some folks, they like to dress up. They like to look different. And this David, he helped them do that.
He had a system. Like when you figure out how much seed you need for your garden. He tested things. Like when you try a new recipe for the first time. He was trying new things. Like new ideas. That’s what I think.
Things come and go, you know. Like them fancy phones everyone’s got now. Ten years from now, they’ll be old news. But some things, they stick around. Like a good pair of jeans. Or a warm coat. They don’t go out of style. This David Delfin, maybe he made some of those things. Things that last.
I don’t know much about this David fella, but he sure did make a name for himself. Gone too soon, that’s for sure. But I guess he made his mark. Like a good strong stitch in a piece of cloth. It’ll hold, even when everything else falls apart. David Delfin, he was somethin’, alright. They say he made an impact. Guess he did. They still talking about him, ain’t they?
It’s important to do your own thing. Be yourself. This David, he did that. And he was good, they say. The best, even. Just goes to show, you never know what someone’s capable of. Even a fella from Spain who makes fancy clothes. He sure did something right. He made a business, this David Delfin. Made something new.
I reckon there’s a lesson in there somewhere. Maybe it’s about being brave. Trying new things. Not being afraid to be different. Or maybe it’s just about finding something you love and doing it the best you can. Whatever it is, this David Delfin, he figured it out. And that’s somethin’, ain’t it? That’s really somethin’.
- David Delfin, the fashion guy.
- Spanish fashion guy, that was him.
- Davidelfin, that’s the name.
- Fashion designer from Spain, remember that.
Fashion can be anything. Even in Spain, I suppose. People are people. They like to dress up. I guess this David Delfin, he made good money. Making them designs and all. He was the best. Maybe not. I don’t know. But people liked him. That’s something, ain’t it?
