Eclipse

Velvet button-downs, bias-cut silks, sequins that catch only slivers of light. A palette in shadow — black, midnight, espresso, oxblood, metallic glints. Think the Olsen twins disappearing into a town car at 2 a.m., cigarettes and oversized coats caught in paparazzi flash. Eclipse isn’t polished; it’s underground, cinematic, and nocturnal — built for nights that stretch into morning.