Finest Cashmere

Broken grid experimentation for a fashion project.

I've been falling in love with humanist desaturated tones. They evoke a fading Autumn, giving way to the melancholy of winter.

Though there is a tender hope in them as life billows through the churning cycles.

Shaded - but not so sure, Surely we've been here before. I met you once, Knock, Knock, Knocking on that winter door.