In the quiet folds of fabric and shadow, silhouettes take shape—soft, structured, and aching with intent.

Drawn to the undone and the eternal, each garment becomes a study in tension: restraint and release, beauty and decay.

Trained in the language of construction but fluent in instinct, the work slips between disciplines—design, styling, visual narrative—held together by detail, obsession, and silence.

These are not just clothes.

They are relics of a feeling not yet named.