Nile

Nile moves like water, oversized, slow, intentional. A boat neckline traces the horizon, where body meets openness. Shoulders fall without resistance, relaxed like riverbanks in evening light and down the center, a single line from collar to hem not to divide, but a direction. Like the river itself, it draws the eye and anchors the drift. Nile doesn't ask you where you're going but flows with you wherever you are.