A silk twilly born of the pictorial language of Marc Chagall — an artist for whom the female figure was never a portrait but a state of being: flight, memory, light above the rooftops of his native shtetl. His heroines rarely stand on the ground — they soar, whirl in coloured vortices, dissolve into dreams and folk narratives where reality and poetry are indistinguishable.

It is precisely this fragile, weightless femininity that lies at the heart of the twilly's print. 

The twilly is itself an object of transformation: a narrow ribbon of fabric becomes now a headband, now an ornament for a bag, now an accent at the wrist or the neck. Therein lies the echo of Chagall's world, where objects and people have no fixed form and move freely within the composition.

To wear this twilly is to hold a small fragment of painted mythology, woven into silk.