Now she asks: what else? Where do you go when you’ve already come home to yourself?
With a restless, holy hunger to step beyond what has already been remade. There is no map. Only the quiet pull of curiosity and the wild hum of expansion. In this collection, fabric becomes frontier. Lines stretch. Volumes swell. Silhouettes trace the shape of momentum. Details flicker like distant signals, soft codes from a future self. Materials shift between control and chaos, as if every thread is asking. Each star stitched into her fabric isn’t decoration, it’s a memory of the journey, a moment of becoming she carries forward.
READY TO WEAR
How far can you go?
Not every world has been found.
Not every limit is real.
And not every story ends where it began.
This is not a destination.
It is an unfolding.
A call beyond the horizon.
For the woman who does not wait to be shaped.
She expands. She summons. She crosses.
Now she asks: what else? Where do you go when you’ve already come home to yourself? With a restless, holy hunger to step beyond what has already been remade. There is no map. Only the quiet pull of curiosity and the wild hum of expansion. In this collection, fabric becomes frontier. Lines stretch. Volumes swell. Silhouettes trace the shape of momentum. Details flicker like distant signals, soft codes from a future self. Materials shift between control and chaos, as if every thread is asking. Each star stitched into her fabric isn’t decoration, it’s a memory of the journey, a moment of becoming she carries forward.
READY TO WEAR
How far can you go?
Not every world has been found.
Not every limit is real.
And not every story ends where it began.
This is not a destination.
It is an unfolding.
A call beyond the horizon.
For the woman who does not wait to be shaped.
She expands. She summons. She crosses.