Listen. Listen to the Wind Words.

The movement of air – the caress on our skin, the rustle of the lalang fields, the beating of the waves – we call it wind.
The collection mines at a space between the gentle zephyr and forceful gust. We have wrap dresses that fold around the body in confident grace, paradoxed with whimsical crisp wax-print cotton that plays down the fluidity but plays up with voluminous silhouette.

Are your ears awake?