Some stripes belong on crisp linen napkins and tailored suits. These are not those stripes. These are the ones that prowl through the jungle, stretch across sun-bleached dunes, and crash like waves against the shore. Stripes that feel untamed, unexpected, and just a little rebellious.

This collection is a collision of bold contrasts and organic rhythm—zebra markings blurred in motion, the hand-painted imperfection of tribal textiles, the hypnotic sway of tall grass in the wind. The lines are raw, the edges imperfect, the energy unmistakable.

Because some patterns sit quietly in the background. These don’t.