The city is a canyon, Orlanda’s its river. She’s red and raging, green and lazy. Orlanda is a place of elusive quality, of perfect imperfection, waiting for you.

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Yes, I deserve a Spring ― I owe nobody nothing.

 

― Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary

JOSEPH

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ABEL

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TWO HEADS BEATING TOGETHER

Like many before her, Orlanda was born of an encounter between a woman and a man. 

As it often goes, while raised to be a classic Nancy, she’s now more of a flirty Betty. A fusion of two beating minds, she’s prudent boyish deep down, wild and filthy at dawn. Orlanda are two melted halves - yet one conscious.

To us, Orlanda is a potter, a singer, a gardener and a waiter. But to you, she’s a merchant. Clothing to homeware, furniture to photography, books and curiosities; Orlanda digs up what’s left unexplored. Masculine in her approach, feminine in her unexpectedness, wild and wary in her aesthetics.

The city is a canyon, Orlanda’s its river. She’s red and raging, green and lazy. Orlanda is a place of elusive quality, of perfect imperfection, waiting for you.