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Some things are impossible to hide, even if you really want to, and femininity is one of them — it breaks through the sweater, through the desire to be simple, through all attempts not to stand out, and does its thing: stubbornly, beautifully, without asking, flowing around the figure, releasing a train in folds to the knee, as if it knows something you’re not ready to admit out loud.

The Silver Hues Symphony sweater — for those days when you were tired of being “that woman” and just wanted to disappear into something comfortable, soft, invisible, to give yourself the right to a day without glances, without expectations, without the need to match up. But femininity doesn’t negotiate. It doesn’t ask if it’s convenient for you to be beautiful today, it simply finds a crack — in how the fabric flows around your hips, in how the train falls in folds and turns every step into a movement impossible not to notice, in how the sleeves are asymmetric not in cut but in color, and even a simple hand gesture suddenly becomes something bigger than you planned.

Five or six shades of gray — from almost black, silver to almost airy — gathered in blocks, pieces, and each piece is a different mood of yours, another attempt to be simpler, but they all conspired and whisper one thing: you can try to hide, but a woman who is all woman remains herself even in mohair, even when the sleeves are three-quarter and the neckline isn’t deep, even when you just wanted warmth and quiet. The three-quarter sleeves — seemingly modest, straight, but the color asymmetry betrays you from the first gesture, and suddenly even pouring coffee in the kitchen, you look like you’re rehearsing a role in a French film, though you just wanted to survive Monday.

Put it on backwards — and you’ll understand that the train, asymmetry, silver will simply switch sides, but you still won’t escape yourself, and this simultaneously irritates and delights, because deep down you know: a day without effort is an illusion, and femininity isn’t something you put on, it’s something that simply is.

Wear it with black. The train will handle the rest.

• With slim black trousers — because today you didn’t plan to stand out, but here the train falls in folds, and your step suddenly becomes different, and you feel how femininity breaks through the desire to be simple.
• With classic trousers — for those days when everything’s strict, business-like, with the thought that today you can be serious, but… you can’t escape your own femininity even in the office, even when you try so hard.
• With ballet flats, heels, or slim boots — though, honestly, shoes have nothing to do with it, no one will notice them, everyone’s looking at you, and you know this, but pretend you don’t.
• Backwards — and you’ll discover that the form shifted, asymmetry moved, but the essence remained the same.

Put it on, then try to return to the thought that you can be simply convenient for everyone. And feel that you can only be convenient for yourself…

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