Bronte

“I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.”

– Emily Bronte

Ivy growing over high garden walls; sighing grass and forgotten sundials.
The Bronte gown is a sublime tension between innocence and intelligence.

The effervescent girlishness of her hand-stamped hydrangea petal skirt, boldly restrained by a ballerina-like bodice, hand draped in fans of silk at the neckline.
Hers is a world of long, humid afternoons and the distant rumble of thunder.