Somewhere Between Runway and Runaway

The city never sleeps.
She’s on her fourth espresso,
half her makeup still clinging to yesterday’s shoot,
tossing her hair into place with one hand
while her boarding time ticks closer.

But she doesn’t hesitate.

This pink linen shirt-jacket wasn’t picked—
it was chosen,
soft and oversized, like a breeze caught in fabric,
its buttons delicate and nonchalant,
its v-neck welcoming the morning light like an old friend.

A lightweight blend: 60% breathable mystery, 40% cool linen.
It slips on like freedom.
Too soft for a boardroom, too real for the runway,
and perfect for the spaces in between.

The shoot was just a stop.
The airport is only a hallway.
The next city is the next backdrop.

This isn’t officewear.
This is a paused costume from a personal stage.

It’s the kind of piece that whispers:
you could leave right now, and look amazing doing it.
It folds without creasing.
It photographs like a memory.

Between the city’s heat and the wind of travel,
she wears the jacket like she wears her life—
unfolded, unfinished, unforgettable.