Cymbidium Somnolence Top Shirt The top holds the body

The top holds the body the way a corset might

though it’s barely there

The lace is delicate

She rolls only in dreams now — speed has nothing on surrender

She collects shades of lipstick and irrelevant awards

Cymbidium Somnolence Top Shirt The top holds the bodyThe top clings like a secret sheer and fractured, spun from the pale wax of cymbidium petals left too long in the sun. The fabric rustles like an unanswered text. A tenderness both intimate and distant Ibrico in spirit, indulgent in construction as if the garment was meant for a European villa at 2PM, right after a bottle of wine and before any consequence. Material soft chiffon digitally printed with ruching in the ends.