KATHLEEN

There is a certain theatre to Kathleen — the way silk taffeta catches the light, holding both sheen and shadow in its folds. The halter neckline, crisp and tailored, sweeps into a bare back, where an extravagant bow unfurls like the final flourish of a performance. Its skirt, vast yet weightless, moves with the rustle of pages in an unwritten story. Every angle reveals a new silhouette, as if the gown were not fixed in shape but alive, responding to the moment.