The one who gets noticed without trying. Thick white cotton, bold and luminous. A boxy cut that b...
Charcoal outside, checks inside. A reversible boxy tee where the tartan only shows at the sleeve ...
Waffle knit is the fabric's memory. A weave you can see at a glance and feel under your fingers. ...
Capri is not a place. It's a certainty. An enamel sign like those seen on old facades.A precise a...
Dawn is the pink that pierces through the grey. The moment when night hasn't yet let go.The momen...
Lemon, it's summer you hold in your hand. The smell of lemon trees in July.The yellow that stays ...
Somewhere between dream and street. This is where we dress. Where we breathe.Not quite on the gro...
Sunshine is what you wear when you've decided to feel good. Yellow is not shy. It's confident.The...
Carefree means a Sunday without plans. A soft cream. A balloon-like logo, as if hand-drawn.No man...
Mykonos is a color before it's an island. The blue of the domes. The white of the walls.The windm...
The stamp is what is affixed. What validates. A red oval on black.A logo placed like a seal, like...
Shadow is not absence. It is what remains of light. The fabric takes on the hue of an endless eve...
Five stars. A palm tree. Enough said. Cream like wet sand at dawn.The palm tree drawn in fine ink...
The revenant saw something else. It returns changed. Black washed until it's grey.Holes that are ...
Azure is desire taking flight. The blue of a summer sky asking for nothing.The graphic placed on ...
