The Tadeo Jacket in Piña Colada.
Like something unearthed from an artist’s trunk—worn, loved, and filled with stories. A floral sprawl that could belong to an old Venetian palazzo, disrupted by a rock-and-roll insouciance. It carries the weight of nostalgia but refuses to be pinned to any one era.
The quilted cotton adds weight without restraint, a structure that feels both intentional and effortless. Piped edges frame the chaos like a gilded frame around a masterpiece, while the oversized black buttons feel like they were salvaged from a forgotten atelier.
It’s the kind of jacket that would have been slung over Jane Birkin’s shoulder in a half-lit Parisian café or wrapped around a poet wandering the streets of Tangier.