Hours of preparation, just to be sure you’re never caught looking in a mirror. Worth every second.

Flax grows beside the river where nightmares spawn. This gown was spun from those fibres, and a sunset light glows through the fabric, as if through fog. The effect is striking, if eery.

Flax grows beside the river where nightmares spawn. This suit’s tailor claims to have used it in his work. An ambery light throbs within, as if you could wipe its surface clear and see another place…

Not the colour of the zee as it is; the colour of the zee in a Celestial painting.

Tailored in a style that doesn't exist yet: always flattering, never an impediment. Ideal for any polite occasion that could nonetheless end in a brawl.

Wear with care: this may inspire envy to a dangerous degree.

From a far place… and a farther time?

A magnificent midnight-blue evening gown. A masterpiece of twilit sophistication.