An ode to sleepy afternoons - when grown ups turn to slumber, children come out to play in the webs of sunbeams under the trees. Heads of roses, faces full of laughter. Sharing secrets and dancing to the afternoon babble of birds.
Children gather like ants on the warm earth and build kingdoms on her colourful carpet. The soft noon light passes through the supple silk, coloured from extracts of pomegranate peel, roots & wild leaves. A collection of festive, easy clothing for the nimble children of the light.
Noon - what a time to be alive!