Cinder
A hooded set in fog grey — drawcord tailoring softened into something you could disappear into.
Cinder started as a study in volume: how much ease a body can carry before a garment stops reading as tailored and starts reading as shelter.
The hood is cut in one with the shoulder; the waist is drawn closed with washed-silk ties. Everything sits in a single fog grey, carried head to hand by a slouched bag in the same cloth.
