This print started as wallpaper.
A quiet room. Faded roses. The kind of floral you half-remember from a childhood hallway or a house you loved once and never forgot.
I wanted the feeling of standing inside a space that holds memory — not nostalgia, but something softer. Worn. Lived in. Still romantic.
The dress itself is simple on purpose. A soft, everyday silhouette that lets the print carry the emotion. Not precious. Not fussy. Just a place for the pattern to live.
This is part of the Wuthering riff — domestic melancholy, interior romance, beauty that feels slightly haunted.
