On the lightweight fabric of this collection, a sunflower emerges, barely glimpsed at first, and then with undeniable power. Against a deep blue or an unforgettable red, with swift brushstrokes and pure colors, a flower appears that brooks no competition, that utterly eclipses any other that might join it. We see on the fabrics a sun planted in the earth, a sun that has not forgotten its origins, and that turns its vegetal face to the light, with all its cells yearning for life and warmth. Heliotrope, the one that seeks the sun.

In the golden metal, around the neck, intertwined with the fingers, more sunflowers: they seem to sprout from the skin, to mingle with it, with a warmth that pierces the cold material and transforms it into flame: like the sunflowers themselves, they are not jewels that go well with insecurity or timidity. In a field, in the tall vase of a house, on the lower wing of a dress, or anchored on the chest, the sunflower asks us to look at it, without arrogance or artifice. I am here, it seems to tell us, I am a reminder that beauty exists, a brushstroke of life amidst the darkness, on the gauze, on a choker. In the 19th century, Oscar Wilde, the arbiter of elegance, chose to wear a sunflower to his premieres. If it was small, he wore it in his buttonhole; if it was very large, he carried it in his hand. This wasn't merely an aesthetic choice, a break from convention in a drab society trapped by its own prejudices and gagged in corsets: it was a way of starting a new fashion, of recognizing his own kind, of sending a message to those who were different.
A heliotrope is not chosen as a complement, not even as a color.
for a dress by chance. It requires a determined will, the desire to capture what the flower conveys. And so it was that Ailanto and Suma Cruz met, precisely thanks to sunflowers: on their own, yet simultaneously, as if enveloped by a ray of light that compelled them to turn, these luminous creators began to draw sunflowers, transforming the raw materials that awaited them into flowers of sun and life. Each carried their own version of a sunflower to recognize one another, to illuminate this time of waiting after the darkness. This collection is the result of that work and that encounter, of the powerful strokes and the delicacy of the materials. Beautiful, resounding, undeniable, the sunflowers await those who know how to understand them. The world is full of messages: all that is needed is the genius to arrive and interpret them. Espido Freire