Description

Classics suffocate. Not immediately, but they do — with every rule, every need to conform. You get tired of elegance that demands you keep your composure, stay on beat, be collected, when inside — a storm, when you just want to stop pretending and simply be…

Two blues — dark, like a drunk ocean after a wild night, and sky-blue, like the same ocean in the morning, pretending nothing happened. One sleeve flows in waves, obedient, even. The other is woven with cables that forgot the way home and now just live wherever they please. And suddenly you realize: elegance isn’t about taming chaos, it’s about letting chaos exist… Sweater Ocean Blues — asymmetric, with a collar that decides every morning whether to be a hood, a scarf, or just pretend it’s not there at all, where calm and emotional got tired of dividing territory and finally shook hands. You look in the mirror, see both sides, and realize: they were never enemies, just didn’t talk for too long.

The fitted silhouette follows your body. The transformer collar negotiates with you every morning. Wool, mohair, acrylic — airy density that holds shape but doesn’t hold hostage.

Turn it around — and everything changes. Colors. Sleeves. You.

Mix it with anything — you’ll win anyway

• With jeans — when elegance is tired of getting in the way of movement.
• With a classic skirt — when rules are followed because you decided so, not because someone told you.
• With wide-leg trousers — when silhouette speaks louder than words.
• Or just flip it backwards — puzzle everyone.

The one who’s not afraid to be herself has always been here. Just waiting.

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