WHEN THE MOST DESIRED MODELS WERE ONLY KNOWN BY THEIR FIRST NAMES, AND FASHION BLOGGERS WERE STILL IN THEIR EMBRYONIC STAGE, THERE WAS A GIRL WHOSE PICTURE HANGED ON THE BEDROOM WALL, LIKE A PROPHECY. SEASONS PASSED, TECHNOLOGY ADVANCED, DECOMPOSING IMAGES TO BYTES AND FASHION TO NUDITY. MARINA WENT BACK TO MADRID, AND VALENTINA MOVED TO NEW YORK. MANY EDITORIALS FOLLOWED, BUT MARINA WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND—UNTIL CERTAIN STARS ALIGNED AND THE DOOR BELL RANG.