L'Atelier de la Réglisse

Paris, 1887. In a maison where couture is measured in candy, every thread of this gown is spun from black and crimson licorice — bodice coiled tight, skirt cascading in braided ropes, hemline curling into perfect pinwheel spirals. She doesn't wear the confection. She commands it. Sweet, stretchy, and unmistakably licorice, from the sculpted updo to the final twist of the train. 🖤❤️