This set isn’t trying to escape the officewear and fast-paced rhythm of the city. Rather, it’s a quiet reminder of what officewear can become — when given a little freedom.
The jacket has been shortened, dropped its lining, but holds its shape in the shoulders. It no longer demands discipline, but still brings structure to the silhouette. The trousers remain straight — not severe, but fluid. Buttons and pockets are still there, but no longer “by the book.”
The light color doesn’t come from a sterile palette — it’s drawn from life. It dulls sharpness, rejects contrasts. Like morning light by the window, the shade of notebook paper, a dusting of flour on a café counter.
This is how a woman dresses who works in the city — but doesn’t disappear into it. She doesn’t demand a special status, doesn’t make declarations of freedom — she simply lives, choosing what suits her.
She doesn’t break the rules. She just shifts the angle.
And sometimes, she stands by the tall window. The window holds the city in fragments — glass, traffic, sky, routine. But in her stillness, all of it finds rhythm.
