MY METAL GARDEN

is a collection born from the beauty of decay — of winted petals, smashed roses, antique lace, and inherited sentiment. it sees the garden not as a place of softness, but as a brutal and sacred cycle: roots twisting, blooms falling, stems resisting. Inspired by the roses that adorned my daughter’s birthday and slowly collapsed into something even more exquisite, and by the accidental archaeology of a lace tiara unearthed from our attic — this season is an ode to the strange romance of endings. The pieces reflect a love for the things we’re not supposed to keep: dehydrated flowers, photocopied petals, heirlooms forgotten in boxes. Because sometimes, beauty reveals itself only after the bloom.

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