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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.

“Aprils have never meant much to me,

autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.” 

Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's

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.