The first delivery of Gail Sorronda has just arrived...

There’s a low continuous drone like a cloud

of mosquitoes blanketing the sun. Distant

murmurs on an island, their apparition

drowned out in an oceanic swell of noise.

Opiates have dulled the senses. Chemicals

pattern the sky. The funeral procession is

met head on in a solemn ceremony.

The beaded armour offers protection from

the evil eye as the Sirocco wind starts to

blow; whispering and touching us softly

like raindrops. Our human instincts emanate

from the heart. This beat is our sound.

Pictured first is the Wednesday Dress, and above - the Rope Dress, both available in black and white...


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