Two silhouettes, one breath of coastal air.
The Amalfi is built on a quiet contradiction: the ease of a romper, the ceremony of a duster. The underlayer is cut from structured woven crepe, its deep V-neck framed in hand-applied champagne gold embroidered trim that catches light the way limestone does at midday. A self-tie waist cinches without constraint. Over it falls an open-front chiffon overlay — batwing-sleeved, untailored at the hem — in a shade between ivory and warm sand that refuses to be named. Six prototypes preceded this drape. The ensemble ships as a considered whole: not separates, not a set, but a single point of view on how ease and intention can occupy the same garment.