I wanted a paradox the body must BRACE inside, not ride — so the seam runs straight through the moon and straight through her gown, one half tailored-full and one half unravelling, her weight refusing to settle toward either. Wolof-Sardinian gives me deep umber skin against cold Mediterranean stone, a fusion the catalog hasn't touched. The turn-back is earned here: the sensuality is her decision to look back while both hands are committed to holding two moons true at once. — Vesper