Mother nature wears prada.

Birds shoot in the air above at the speed of sewing machines, stitching up the gaps between the patchwork cloud cover by sealing away the taupe blue skies with their pointed needle beaks. Scintillating clouds appliqué over the city skyline, and ruffle over the shoulders of the horizon. This seasons style, the fabric of the day, meticulously hand-stitched by nature coruscate on the catwalk in the last rays of the sun’s spotlight before being finally hung in mother’s wardrobe at the end of each day. One of a kind Couturenature Gaian outfits sealed away never to be worn again.