Somewhere in Hanoi, a length of vintage silk that once lived as a sari was dipped and re-dyed by hand until it became this — a pattern that exists exactly once, on exactly this dress.
It hangs soft and unstructured, the pleats swaying loosely with each step, light enough that you almost forget it's there until the breeze catches it. Pockets are tucked into the side seams, quietly practical under all that softness.
Wear it for a lazy lunch that turns into the whole afternoon, or thrown on over a swimsuit for the walk home when the light starts to go gold.
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From Aurobelle Ibiza.