Billow, ethereal, gilded by the setting sun, cloud tops look like an endless fantastic valley. The white blanket is gradually painted with all the colours of the rainbow and begins to flicker…
This picture is often seen by every pilot making intercontinental flights. It is unlikely that any pilot would agree to leave his profession. What is so captivating? Servicing to passengers? Uniform followed by admiring glances?
No, he is gravitated towards the sky. This is his place of sojourn, place of residence, his sphere.
My name is Lolita Sims. My sphere is design.