The Dylan Blouse in Pink Martini.
Soft? Yes. Sweet? Not a chance. This is cotton spun for the untamed—blooms scattered across its surface like they were trampled under bare feet at dawn. Long sleeves hang loose, cuffs begging to be rolled up and dirtied, while the collar stands sharp as if to remind you: romance is only dangerous when it’s real.
Wear it draped, half-buttoned, unrepentantly creased. It’s for the ones who live in faded stories and leave before the ending.