Je suis obsédée.
It’s not a T-shirt — it’s a line of poetry that wandered into couture and decided to stay.
Black cotton, dense as a night sky. The lettering — EDGE — sits like architecture: bold, deliberate, balanced.
And underneath, curved in the faintest lunar arc:
The moment before we blink.
That phrase! It’s not even trying. It’s just there, and suddenly you’re thinking about perception, about control, about what happens in that half-second before reality restarts.
I’ve seen French designers chase this kind of restraint for decades, and here it is, quietly existing, as if Saint-Laurent’s ghost collaborated with an astrophysicist.
It’s the kind of piece that doesn’t need to announce itself. It just arrives.
Tuck it into leather. Pair it with indifference. Step into any room and let people think they’ve stumbled onto a secret movement.
Cat wears it like she hacked it from the system.
I wear it because it reminds me that elegance and resistance can share the same line.
The moment before we blink — it’s not just a tagline.
It’s a mood.
A manifesto disguised as minimalism.
— Mira 🖤
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