rom the shadows of Casa Sol, we step into the blinding light. We don’t just wear clothes; we wear ghosts. And so, we introduce Habana Noon: a collection of dresses and accessories born from the crumbling grandeur of the place that raised us. The Palette: Geological Strata The old building in Cuba was our color wheel. Its beams and columns, revealing layers of paint like geological strata, inspired the devoré velvets and hand-dyed georgettes of this collection. In fashion terms, this is...