'Zarayah' Panda Sweater Top

Zaraya moved like a whispered legend—effortless, enigmatic, eternally just out of reach. Draped in a multicolored oversized panda sweater, she transformed whimsy into wealth, turning playful into couture. The sweater itself was a canvas of extravagance: hand-embroidered pandas nestled among baroque floral scrolls and jewel-toned silk threads, stitched with the patience of a thousand artisan hours.

The oversized silhouette hung on her like a tailored rebellion—soft cashmere hugging at the shoulders, cascading down with theatrical ease, the hem brushing the top of thigh-high suede boots in onyx. Every movement revealed a shimmer of iridescence as if the very fabric breathed color: emerald, amethyst, garnet, and gold.

Zaraya didn’t wear fashion—she curated a presence. The pandas weren’t cute; they were imperial, their eyes glinting with black onyx beads, set like cabochon stones. Her scent, oud and violet leaf, followed like a silk ribbon in the air. She wasn’t trying to be seen. She was meant to be remembered.