Working as a designer for over twenty years I can say, with little doubt, that Celia was my dearest client. She was so good that she eventually became a close friend as well. She was the publications manager for a Swiss watchmaker. Together we designed, not only the finest publications, but ones that were made of human DNA. Working with Celia was serious and carefree at the same time. It was better than making a living: it was living what we were making.
Celia suddenly died in October 2010. I will never laugh with her again. No one knew how much we shared until I revealed these photographs to her family, friends and colleagues. We took them for fun over the years. They were never meant to be exposed. Today they happily resonate who Celia was: a radiant and positive person who continuously inspired the best around her.
This essay taught me that one should never throw away a picture because it will always tell something different tomorrow. A photograph is the death of an instant and the birth of a meaning.