IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES, IT WAS THE WORST OF TIMES, IT WAS THE AGE OF WISDOM, IT WAS THE AGE OF FOOLISHNESS, IT WAS THE EPOCH OF BELIEF, IT WAS THE EPOCH OF INCREDULITY, IT WAS THE SEASON OF LIGHT, IT WAS THE SEASON OF DARKNESS, IT WAS THE SPRING OF HOPE, IT WAS THE WINTER OF DESPAIR.
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
BARENA
BIELO
Abel
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.