robe longue viscose imprimé
Viscose woven into something that moves like desire and lingers like a thought you can’t shake. Long sleeves drape over your arms, soft and slow, as if you’ve just stepped out of a dream—or from a day you’re not ready to leave behind. The faded pink blooms scatter across it like the remnants of a wild afternoon, untamed and reckless.
This isn’t some prim, delicate piece. It’s a walk through a park with wild eyes, a breeze that tangles in your hair and makes the world feel far too small. Romantic, yes. But it’s the kind of romance that never asks for permission.