A Delicate Breath Bw Boots

Like something half-remembered from a field journal or dreamt on a cliff’s edge, A Delicate Breath traces the outline of fragile life: thin branches or veins, coral or lichen—drawn not in ink, but in the absence of sound.

Every shoe panel offers a study in restraint. On the outside, the organism expands—sharp, intricate, almost organic. On the inside, the tendrils soften, dissipate. One version renders it in quiet black on bone-white canvas, stark and precise as a forensic diagram. The other bathes it in blood-berry red, faded like oxidized ink from a naturalist’s lost tome.

Both are rooted in botanical illustration, but ghosted through with something older, fainter—a whisper of something waiting in the tide pools or pressed in vellum for centuries.