There are many ways to be visible.
And just as many to be free.
This collection moves within that space—where concealment becomes a kind of clarity, and adornment shields more than it reveals. Figures are wrapped in lattice and resin, their skin veiled beneath translucent folds, their expressions both offered and obscured. The forms curl like smoke, like breath held in gold.
Each gesture suggests a language without words: one of protection, of boundaries, of luminous defiance. These are not costumes. They are thresholds. Skins between skins.
There is no single way to be seen.
There is no single self to show.
Here, beauty is not decoration—it is armour, it is presence, it is choice.
And just as many to be free.
This collection moves within that space—where concealment becomes a kind of clarity, and adornment shields more than it reveals. Figures are wrapped in lattice and resin, their skin veiled beneath translucent folds, their expressions both offered and obscured. The forms curl like smoke, like breath held in gold.
Each gesture suggests a language without words: one of protection, of boundaries, of luminous defiance. These are not costumes. They are thresholds. Skins between skins.
There is no single way to be seen.
There is no single self to show.
Here, beauty is not decoration—it is armour, it is presence, it is choice.
