Marginalia Set

A silk-velvet top in the muted flush of a decision deferred.
She dressed like departure was imminent —
then allowed the hour to thicken around her.
The top holds the body the way a corset might, but without the severity. Silk velvet, dense and light-thirsty, absorbs colour into something deeper — wine dimmed to dusk, coral fading toward ash. The print moves across it like feeling without language.
It fastens with intention.
Not restriction — remembrance.
It shapes, but does not discipline.
Control softened by fabric that knows how to yield.
The neckline opens slightly, as if the garment itself grew tired of holding everything in.
Below it, the skirt falls in a long column of cream — the colour of restraint, of sentences left unfinished. It does not insist on being seen.
It withdraws.
It allows.
Structure above, quiet surrender below.
And underneath — nearly forgotten, exactly where it belongs — the dress.
A vintage-leaning crepe slip, traced at the neckline with lace so delicate.