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Let The Light In Bohéme Slip Dress

$148.00
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Inspired by poet Leonard Cohen’s famous quote “There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in”, this design celebrates the ways our experiences shape us, and the perfect beauty of imperfection. Created using several pieces of Delft tile from the 1700’s — including two elaborate Italianate landscape scenes — we chose to leave in the cracks and slight imperfections from the original ceramic in our final print. Just as there is so much beauty in the patina, there is so much to embrace about the challenges we’ve overcome that make us who we are! The two patterns found in the trim come from an 1867 British book on classical ornamentation, and an earthenware plaque from the Netherlands painted in 1780.

Please note: The nature of our soft bamboo/wood viscose means it’s slightly sheer, so we recommend layering it with our Étoile slip (or any other slip you have) when wearing it with bare legs. Our model in the photos is wearing the dress without a slip. Shown worn with our Let The Light In Opera Duster (sold separately). This piece is also reversible!

100% viscose (derived from plant fibres such as bamboo and wood). Machine wash gentle or handwash and hang to dry. Iron to finish if needed.

Adjustable straps. Dress measurements: S/M — length 132cm at shortest strap adjustment, 142cm at longest. Width 52cm (across bust, underarm to underarm), 54cm (across waist seam). L/XL — 134 cm length at shortest strap adjustment, 144cm at longest. Width 57cm (across bust, underarm to underarm), 59 cm (across waist seam).

Models information for reference: Djuna, our radiant redhead is 5’5” and wears a S/M. Tehani, our beautiful brunette, is 5’5” and wears a size L/XL.

“Shine light on a flaw and it becomes beautiful.” 
- Constance Kellough

“Let our scars fall in love.”
- Galway Kinnell

“The sun just broke through the clouds in my chest.”
- Andrea Gibson

How To Wear

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The dreamy blue hues in this beautiful, head-turning dress make it effortlessly versatile and fun to style! Keep it casual with canvas sneakers, a crossbody bag and delicate jewelry — perfect for wandering through local boutiques or sipping coffee at a sunlit café. Or level things up by layering it under the matching Opera Duster for an ethereal, goddess-like vibe. Finish with platform sandals, raw-cut gemstone accessories and a woven clutch for that boho-chic look. If you’re in the mood for a free-spirited vibe, pair it with a slouchy denim jacket & stacked bangles, then add your favourite lived-in boots. And don’t forget to pack this piece along on your travels — it makes a stunning beach dress during the day and an elegant evening outfit when the stars come out :) 

Our Muse

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The open-hearted, the unbreakable. Women who transform life’s fractures into spaces for light and love, who find beauty in their own mended pieces. Women who let the light in. 

More Inspo

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One of our favourite things about this beautiful print is that it’s quietly rebellious — a celebration of cracks, flaws, and all the stories they tell. Instead of digitally "fixing" the broken bits of the 1700’s Delft tiles we used, we kept them — because isn’t that where the magic is?
Delftware, with its iconic blue-and-white motifs, was the European answer to the craze for Chinese porcelain in the 17th and 18th centuries — and over time, those hand-painted tiles developed their own unique charm, often featuring little scenes from everyday life. If you look closely, you’ll see hairline fractures running through the sweeping landscapes, like rivers of light. And that beautiful ginger jar on the sleeve? She’s a time traveler, borrowed from an 18th-century French watercolour. Even the trim is a patchwork of historical treasures, stitched together from classical patterns and Dutch ceramics. All of these elements come together to illustrate that beauty doesn't come from perfection — it comes from the stories we carry, and the moments that have shaped us. 

The Poem

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The Mudlarkers
by GennaRose Nethercott

How we scavenge the riverbed
for coins. Keys. Apothecary bottles
with the algae-pale slick of an eel.
You reach into water, hands
gloved in silver as if passing through
a looking glass—then reemerge
with something fishlike, glinting:
a porcelain fragment, glazed white and blue.

Broken, an object stops being an object
and becomes a question:
From what tile did it crack?
What nobleman’s dinner plate?
What courtesan’s tea set?
And how did it escape? Whole,
this had a purpose, once.
Shattered, it has a thousand.

You smear silt away with a shirt hem. Beneath,
a painted tree creaks and a city crumbles.
A couple whispers over a rosemary patch,
like you and I have done.
They could be saying anything at all.