Where the rainbow ends, is a small shop. Not right in the middle, but while you take a shower in the rainbow's ethereal symphony of colors, you get easy eye on it and then your urge to visit it has no end, because it looks so inviting with its quirky, low, whitewashed walls, and with a roof that reminds of the ancient fishermen's roofs. Only it is not made of seaweed, but of gold-plated, discarded manes of unicorns, quirky plaited of unemployed elves in activation. There is time in turnover because many have become aware of something very special in the product mix.
A magic mirror has grown to become the biggest hit. It does not reproduce the viewer's actual appearance, but instead show a picture of someone as he looked a dozen years earlier. The buyers are most middle-aged and even older, and everybody finds the mirror very realistic. That's how it is with magical mirrors. But one must be least eleven years before looking in it, otherwise there will go cookelehoolahoop in the mirror. More magical it is, after all, not.
Many portrait painters have, over the years, found out that it is a great advantage to photograph their models in the mirror, flip the photo and then paint the portrait after it. So there is very much higher chance of getting the finished picture authorized by the model than if it looked like the current look to the point.
A standard comment of mature models, to even a masterfully executed portrait painting where the magic mirror has not been used is:
"Very, very good... really good art... Only, I’m not that old."
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