One evening, between two lines of code and a box of fabric, Kamila was born. I was still finishing a network project for my job as a telecom engineer, my mind full of diagrams and deadlines, when I finally opened that wax print I had been saving for weeks: golden flowers on a red and burgundy background, a pattern that called for something strong. I knew, even without having sketched it, that this fabric did not want to become just any piece. I started with the top, thinking kimono: wide...
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