Petalfall – 1962

A vision suspended in descent — as if a thousand petals had chosen to fall at once and never touch the ground. The bodice is pure restraint, sculpted in satin like a vessel of stillness, before it surrenders into a cascade of gathered bloom.

Each layer seems weightless, a fragment of air disguised as form, carrying both fragility and abundance. It is not simply a gown but the memory of a garden unraveling, luminous and eternal, a fall that becomes flight.