Love at First Flight

A look held too long at 30,000 feet.
 Velvet seats. Matching silhouettes.
 Something flickers—then lingers.

Clothes made for the in-between:
 between hello and goodbye,
 between who you are and who you become in someone else’s gaze.

Textures that ask to be touched.
 Details that only show themselves when you’re close enough.
 Like a secret whispered over wine in a foreign city.

This isn’t about fashion.
 It’s about what you feel before you speak.