Kirei

Collection Summer 16

I dreamt I wrote you a poem. Offering it to you in the early morning, when the fresh grass reveals the new day. I was talking about your uniqueness, your free spirit. By summoning the light of your laughter, I brought back this end-of-the-world beach where the blazing sun went out.Your mischievous way of putting on my shirt and belting it up like a dress, or borrowing my jeans as a companion to your blouses.Your subtle art of unrestrained elegance, always in balance, funambulist of a silhouette sophisticated in its purity.