MARCH 2025

FW24 COLLECTION - JULIA

Julia sat in the café with her hands around a coffee with milk. It was warm, just right for a slow Sunday morning. She took a bite of a her bagel, the crust firm, the inside soft. The place was filling up now - the scrape of chairs, the low voices, the hiss of the espresso machine. 

She liked places like this. A table, a chair, no past, no future. She watched the light shift outside, a man crossing the street, a woman laughing, a dog pulling its leash. It wouldn't look the same again. Nothing did. That was fine.