Cymbidium Somnolence Set

A cracked-chiffon co-ord set in the pale blush of overripe memory.

The top clings like a secret — sheer and fractured, spun from the pale wax of cymbidium petals left too long in the sun.
The skirt, barely there, gathers at the hem as if wilting — a slow, deliberate exhaustion dressed in luxury.
Together, they form a silhouette of soft ruin: not quite naked, not quite dressed — just suspended in the dream.

She lies among her Maschiaccio bags like they’re lovers she no longer calls.
The handles curl like question marks.
And still, she doesn’t move.

The fabric rustles like an unanswered text.
A tenderness both intimate and distant — Ibérico 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.

The co-ord doesn’t flatter so much as it forgives.
Its ruching hugs the ghost of a waist, the way nostalgia flatters a version of you that never quite existed.

She wears nothing underneath.
But not for him — for the feeling of being untouched.

It’s not about looking put together.
It’s about being undone, beautifully.

Material- soft chiffon digitally printed square shaped tank top and skirt with ruching in the ends