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The Mythmaker Opera Duster (Full-length)

$148.00

The Mythmaker is an invitation — to believe in the unseen, to walk with wonder, and to dwell in possibility! Inspired by our childhood love of the legends of King Arthur and the ancient lore of unicorns, this print is a tapestry of imagery pulled from across the centuries, stitched together with a reverence for myth, memory, and the quiet power of imagination. 
At its heart is a fresco from the early 1600s, where a barefoot woman cradles a unicorn — a creature long associated with intuition, purity of heart, and the magic that lives just beyond the veil. She rests amid two sweeping 18th-century pastoral landscapes, where wild woods spill into golden meadows, and in the distance rises Ericstan, the lost castle of Tarrytown, rendered in an 1855 watercolour. (Though it once stood in the hills of New York, little trace of it remains — except, perhaps, in dreams.) As a final, poetic touch, we added a laurel, palm, and juniper wreath — painted by Leonardo da Vinci — inscribed with the words: She wandered into legend.
Rendered in faded tones of moss green, soft blue, and weathered gold, the palette feels timeworn, as though the piece itself has been passed down through centuries of telling and retelling. Like the women of Arthurian lore — those who shaped destiny with wisdom, will, and wonder — The Mythmaker honours the bold act of choosing possibility. It is a garment of story, a whisper of legend, and a reminder that sometimes, the most powerful path is the one we dare to imagine.

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.

Kimono measurements: length 116cm, width 78 cm (across back, underarm to underarm). Model is 5’7” for reference.

"Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are wildflowers, rainbows, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars?"
— Nora Roberts

"I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists. Even if it's in your mind."
— John Lennon

“Stars were golden unicorns neighing unheard through blue meadows.”
— William Faulkner

How To Wear

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This duster is steeped in romance and myth— moss green, soft blue, and weathered gold woven together into something that feels centuries old and entirely alive. For everyday wear, we love it open over washed denim and an eyelet or lace cami, finished with leather boots — the kind of look that feels like you've just stepped out of an epic novel. For something more romantic, layer it over the matching Bohème Slip Dress, add gold jewelry and ankle boots — a sweeping, layered look that honours every detail of the print. And for evenings that call for a little ceremony, wear it with wide-leg trousers in moss or cream, a silky tank, and statement earrings — and wander in to legend.

Our Muse

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The visionary, the seeker of wonders.  Women who tend to the magic that lingers in the space between myth and truth, who step through the veil of possibility. Women who wander into legend.

More Inspo

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For centuries, the unicorn has moved like a whisper through myth and legend—a creature both wild and luminous, said to dwell just beyond the edge of the known world. In medieval bestiaries and tapestries, it was believed that only a woman of true presence could approach it, not through force, but through stillness—by meeting it with a calm and open heart. This idea echoes through the legends of King Arthur, where women like the Lady of the Lake and Morgan le Fay were not simply figures of magic, but keepers of deeper wisdom, moving between worlds seen and unseen. The unicorn came to symbolize intuition, purity of spirit, and the power of belief—qualities that reveal themselves when we choose wonder over certainty. In The Mythmaker, the woman who cradles the unicorn feels like one of these mythic figures, standing at the threshold of story and truth, where imagination becomes a kind of knowing. Step beyond the veil, and you may discover the legend was waiting for you all along. 

The Poem

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Camelot

Once I was a tree,
learning to be a woman.
I braided my roots
with a river and lifted
my limbs in welcome
to every toothed
and feathered thing.

The hill wore me like a green
gem and my heart
was a hive. I drank the rain,
took no cover
in thunder and lightning
but grace. At night
the sky became a mirror,
and every star a white flower
cradled in my arms.

In dreams
I strode beyond the hill,
to where a thousand voices
called the names of things
and taught me
daughter, wife, sister
mother, maiden, crone.

I learned the seasons of my joy
and pain would turn to seed
and scatter in the wind
like spells;
learned too, the unicorn
might show herself
at any moment,
but only out of love
would kneel.