SOMETIMES IT FEELS GOOD NEAR THE EDGE.

Selvage: a finished edge to keep from raveling.

I often come to the shoreline when I feel this way. Something about staunch bluffs confronting an ever-changing body of water has always settled me. The land ends but the lake begins. The familiar palette of algae greens, moody turquoise, and that harsh winter grey interrupted by a crack of fire orange during golden hour.

A Selvage garment wraps the wearer in these elements. Hand-dyed silks flow effortlessly over the body, which gives it life. Much like the human form, no piece is exactly alike. Everyone deserves a little piece of beauty.