“Doubt thou the stars are fire,
doubt that the sun doth move,
doubt truth to be a liar,
but never doubt I love”
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.