I Paint My Dream Bohéme Slip Dress

With its vibrant palette and painterly charm, this dreamy dress is a true wardrobe chameleon. Light and breezy, we love it styled with a distressed denim jacket and sandals for warm-weather adventures — but we’ll be wearing it with a cropped sweater and boots on cooler days, too. This piece is also the most romantic lounging dress for the weekend — ideal for early mornings creating in the studio, curling up with a book, or drifting off on a little afternoon nap. Heading out to dinner? Layer on the matching Opera Duster and add platform sandals, beaded earrings & a statement ring! Artsy, bohemian and effortlessly chic :)

The visionary, the creative. Women who believe each day holds the chance for beauty, who stay true to their own soul and bravely paint a life full of meaning. Women who dream in colour. 

Van Gogh had a gift for finding beauty in the simplest things — a field of wheat, a vase of flowers, the shifting light on a quiet morning. It was this way of seeing that shaped his art, turning ordinary moments into luminous, living works that seem to reach out to us across time. In just over a decade, he created more than 2,000 artworks, including around 900 paintings — a staggering burst of creativity for someone who only picked up a brush in his late twenties. Despite being known for his bold, swirling skies and dramatic brushwork, Van Gogh was also deeply tender in the way he saw the world — once writing to his brother Theo, "If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere." Though we think of him as a master today, he often doubted himself — even signing some letters: "your brother, the one who fails at everything”. But even in the face of darkness and struggle, he kept painting, kept creating — as if art itself was his fearless way of reaching for the light. 

Sun Salutation
for Van Gogh

Thank you for the sun
in your brushstrokes
I have basked
in the light of it
on hard days
in tight rooms
when I open the window
and lift my face
like a flower. When I unfurl
my awe and let it run
through the fields.
It returns to me
washed in gold.

Isn’t that
what we must do?
Over and over,
choose light.