Tired of constraint
Our underwear has always been a sign of our freedom, or the lack of it. Think of the flappers of the twenties who threw away their corsets because it prevented them to dance like they wanted to. Or Marie Antoinette, who simply refused to wear this torturous instrument.
So why are we still pushing our breasts into coconut shaped wired bras in the hope of realizing some kind of uniformity? Why do we limit our joy to that moment at the end of the day when you can take of your bra?
Why not change the rules?
Imagine covering your breasts with soft, beautiful fabrics.
Imagine respecting their natural shape.
Imagine wearing Ophelia lingerie.