16/12/2025
This piece of clothing feels like December wrote you a love letter and stitched it in color.
It’d write about you, your tangled hair, holding your takeaway cuppa of your double-shot americano, streets that glow just before sunset. It’d talk about you wandering from quiet bookshops to candle-lit cosy cafes, carrying a tote bag filled with books, hopes and ample curiosities.
It’d remind you of why you’d wear this particular coat, not just for the warmth but for the version of you, you have forgotten for a while, the version of you who romanticizes memories and surprises. And with that reminder , you’d wear it like a secret.
Because only you and December know quite too well, that every thread holds a longing,
of cold air on flushed cheeks,
of slow walks home on your own,
of days that feel borrowed from a dream.
of taking pictures of the pretty clouds from your terrace,
of moments only you’ll remember long after winter is gone.
This coat to keep you warm.
This one that keeps you longing.
