Garden Stories

The quiet wildness of growing things.

Leaves that have not been tidied into a pattern. Stems that cross where stems actually cross. Greens that sit next to teal the way they do in a garden nobody has pruned for a season — deep, a little unruly, more interesting for it.

These are the prints for anyone who has ever preferred the overgrown corner of a garden to the arranged part of it. They wear well in daylight and they wear well under a fan.

Printed on cotton at our own mill in Dhaka, and sent to you unstitched.