Love Grows Wild Artist Dress

$148.00
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Inspired by the traditional French shift, or “chemise”, our Artist Dress is a romantic and painterly piece that’s endlessly versatile. Whether worn as a simple, lightweight dress in the summer, or layered up with tights and boots as a long tunic in the fall, it’s both effortless and adorable! We absolutely love it paired with the matching Artist Pants for a bohemian look, but we encourage you to get creative by mixing it with other pieces in your wardrobe too! Try layering it over a wide leg pant and adding the matching scarf for an expressionist vibe, or pair it with a cozy sweater and sneakers. However you wear it, we hope it brings out your inner artist ;)

About the Print:

Our lush and verdant botanical Love Grows Wild print comes from the “12 Months of Flowers”, a series of remarkably beautiful hand-coloured etchings from the 1700s by engraver Henry Fletcher. The prints were commissioned by famed English gardener Robert Furber, and were published as a catalogue of flowers and seeds according to season. We chose the Fletcher’s print from the month of March for its delightfully detailed blooms, and then layered the flowers together to create a wild and wonderful print that captures the exuberance of the garden. The charming bumblebee on the sleeve comes from a museum seed catalogue from the late 1800’s. We are so excited to wear this print! It’s such a joyful and abundant design that goes with almost every colour. Sometimes more is more — more flowers, more love, more everything :)

Please note: The nature of our soft bamboo/wood viscose means it’s slightly sheer, so we recommend a full or half-slip with this style when wearing it with bare legs. Shown worn with our Love Grows Wild Artist Pants (sold separately).

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.

Dress measurements: S/M — front length (neckline to hem) 90cm, back length 100cm. Width 55cm (across bust, underarm to underarm), 70cm (across hip). Sleeve length 38cm. L/XL — front length (neckline to hem) 93cm , back length 106 cm. Width 63cm (across bust, underarm to underarm), 76cm (across hip). Sleeve length 40cm.

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.

“All the stars are a riot of flowers.”

- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”

- Frances Hodgson Burnett

“A flower blossoms for its own joy.”

- Oscar Wilde

How To Wear

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The painterly hues of this beautiful piece will pair perfectly with so many colours in your existing wardrobe! Mix it with earth tones like olive, burgundy, & gold, or pair it with shades of blue and denim. Whether worn with sandals and a straw bag on hot sunny days, or layered over your comfiest leggings and boots, the Love Grows Wild Artist Dress is the perfect piece to add to your weekly rotation. We’ll be wearing ours all year long with the matching Artist Pants as a chic set while creating in our Studio — and then popping on a cozy cardigan to head out on everyday adventures :)

Our Muse

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The artisan, the gardener. Women who cultivate joy, who keep the garden of their hearts a little wild. Women who never stop blooming.

More Inspo

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Robert Furber, the British horticulturalist who commissioned the marvellous artwork we used to create Love Grows Wild, wrote the very first seed catalogue ever produced in England and spent much of his life dedicated to documenting and preserving plants and flowers. The Twelve Months of Flowers, printed in 1730, remains his most well-known work and features over 400 species of flowers organized by their blooming season. Even today, almost 300 years later, it remains an astonishingly beautiful celebration botanical beauty.

The Poem

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When we are old
and the yard is a tangle
of lilac and weeds, 
I will stand at the window 
and watch you go out 
with scissors. The kettle 
will be whistling, 
sink full of dishes 
still yellow with yolk 
from breakfast. My arms
will be bony and veined 
with blue, my hands
under the faucet 
will seem too fragile 
to be my hands.

From the window
I will watch you pull
aside the vines to cut 
the late spring blooms, hum softly 
our familiar praises — the ones 
that made the crocus
close in amens at dusk for us
and open like silk curtains 
each morning. Your head
will bow in the sun as lilacs bow,
reverent among the bees. 
When our garden 
is wild with ghosts 
I will still be yours.
Come back to the house,
fill my pottery arms with flowers
at the door of our kitchen,
in this world and the next.