NEW IN — CORALLINE
Rose foil that burns on bare skin. New pieces, made to order.
The Shallows.
A fuller cut, for once — a brief that holds the hips in rose foil, side-tied and soft. The most covered of the Coralline pieces, and no less charged for it: the light still runs across it wherever you move.
Bare Minimum.
The least there is, and the most exposed. Two fine straps of rose foil frame the chest and meet at the centre, each triangle sitting over the nipple — adjustable in width, so you set how much it covers and how much it doesn't.
Worn alone or layered under the plunge, it is desire reduced to its thinnest line.
Undone at the Hip.
A triangle front on two side ties, undone with a single pull. Rose foil that burns pink and fire, holding low on the hips and moving with you like water at the waterline.
Nothing is sewn shut. Everything is meant to be loosened.
Barely There.
The smallest of them all — a mini thong in rose foil, extended by a fine strap that loops the top of the thigh. Almost more gesture than garment: it draws a line across the hip and leg and leaves the rest to the light.
Fully adjustable, sliding to fit on clear enamel sliders that all but vanish against the skin — so nothing interrupts the foil but you.
The Last Light.
A front-tie bodysuit cut from iridescent foil that shifts between rose and fire as you move. The tie sits low and deliberate — undone with a single pull, it is the whole piece's intention worn on the surface.
Four-way stretch holds the body like a second skin still wet from the sea. Less swimwear than a surface for the light to run across.
Nothing Sewn Shut.
The cult Oceanus silhouette returns — crop vest, tie-side thong and wrap skirt, three pieces that move together. Worn full or broken apart, it is built around the body's own lines.
The side ties are the quiet drama of the set: nothing is sewn shut, everything turns and loosens. The skirt falls in sheer tulle, a veil of water over everything beneath it.
Carried Home.
Its counterpart in pink — stainless steel chain set with Austrian and Czech crystals and nacre pearls in rose, coral and deep red. Warmer than its sister, like the inside of a shell held up to the light.
One piece exists. A decade of gathered stones, worn as one object. When it is gone, it is gone.
The Undertow.
An asymmetric fall of chain, sequins and stone. Stainless steel chain carries rose sequins, Czech crystals and glass beads, closing on a single Aurora Borealis pear drop that swings as you walk — the whole piece moving like something half-remembered from the sea.
Worn low on the hips, it turns walking into an event.
Found at Low Tide.
A harness thong in vivid blue — stainless steel chain set with Austrian and Czech crystals in deep cobalt and saphir, spilling into a leg chain that traces the thigh. The brightest of the three, like light caught on water at its clearest hour.
One piece exists. A decade of gathered stones, worn as one object. When it is gone, it is gone.
Where the Light Moves.
The counterpart to the bralette, and its equal in intent. Stainless steel chain framed and hung with iridescent blue sequins, hand-set so the light moves where you do. Worn alone or as part of the set, it leaves nothing to apologise for.
Catch Fire.
A harness of chain that catches fire in the light. Stainless steel curb chain frames the body, hung with iridescent blue sequins that shiver and flash with every movement — a piece that refuses to stay still, refuses to be ignored.
Made to be looked at, and to make you want to be.
Ten years of gathered crystals and pearls, woven into two pieces. One of each. Never ordered, never repeated.
The Deep End.
A bodysuit cut to the navel, the plunge held only by two thin straps that trace the chest and meet low. Rose foil that shifts and burns as you move, catching the light like skin still wet from the water.
Almost nothing holds it up, and that is the point — it frames more than it covers, worn like a second skin caught mid-shimmer.
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