Dressed to Be Remembered

Some outfits make an entrance.
Others leave a mark.

The woman in gloves doesn’t just dress well. She dresses intentionally.
Every element is chosen. Every layer has something to say, especially the final one.

A glove doesn’t whisper. It lingers.

It’s what they remember when they forget everything else.
Not the scent. Not the smile.
The glove.

Because gloves don’t ask for attention.
They command it.

In a world of open skin and louder trends, Touché is restraint with a pulse.
That’s why Marion isn’t a throw-on. She’s an alibi.
Red suede, lined in silk, studded with mischief.

You don’t just wear her.
You plot in her.

To be remembered, you don’t have to raise your voice.
Just raise your hand, and let the glove speak.