We’ve modelled the size and weight after our favourite vintage French scarves to create chic, easy to wear designs for every day use. Wear them wrapped once around the neck, tucked in to a jacket, or tied in the hair. Crafted from soft viscose, the fabric is a lighter, airier weight than our kimonos, with the same beautifully soft feel.
About the Print:
We are the heroes of our own story… so make yours exquisite! This captivating print is a blend of the classic and the fanciful (just like all good stories), and was created using artwork spanning more than three centuries. We layered two stunning 18th century ink-on-silk hanging scrolls from Japan painted with wild plum blossoms, peach trees, magpies, and a luminous moon to create this design, then added other whimsical elements — including Flemish antique illustrations of wild deer, birds, and cranes. The printed trim comes from French silk embroidery fragments from the early 1800’s. The result is chic, romantic and timeless — and tells a beautiful tale without saying a word 😉
100% viscose (derived from plant fibres such as wood and bamboo). Handwash, hang to dry.
68cm x 155cm.
Our Muse
The Enchantress, the storyteller. Women who blend reality with touches of magic and imagination, who embellish their lives with beauty. Women who tell tales to the moon.
More Inspo
Our Fable design is filled with secret symbols — like little pieces of a story waiting to be discovered! In Japanese art, willows and peach trees are often seen as a pair of lovers, their branches entwined as though caught in an eternal dance. Hidden among them are magpies, believed to bring good fortune, love, and even divine messages. The glowing moon, watching over it all, has long been a symbol of mystery, intuition, and transformation. Cranes, with their graceful forms, represent messengers of longevity and happiness— and are said in folklore to live for a thousand years. And deer have long been symbols of peace and gentleness, associated with their ability to navigate between worlds, from forest to meadow to myth.
The Poem
Fable
by Audrey Keating
She does not know
when she begins, how
she will manage it all
Her dreams, awkward
as first love kisses
are delicate and insistent
a wild tree blooming
in her heart. It is time.
She gathers her finest brushes
and sets them out
in the early morning;
today she will include
only what is wanted.
She grinds her inks
one by one, a prayer
scraped on stone;
drop by drop, she adds
water and mixes,
fills each porcelain well.
She lingers for a time
in pools of verdigris
emerald and jade
tinges of predawn apricot, peach
sheer as the finest negligee;
leans her back against the gnarled
warmth of umber and sepia,
then dips into the sheen
of a mountain lake
and brushes the sable
that moves sleek as water
across the silk; she hums
quietly, scribes
the moon in silver
knows she has space for more
knows too, her creation
will take a lifetime.
