The Gabri Vest in Hendrix Garden.
Straight out of Hendrix’s dreamscape—electric, untamed, laced with rebellion. Midnight black cotton, struck with wild embroidery in gold and deep crimson, like tangled vines creeping across an amplifier. Ornate, hypnotic, full of movement.
Cropped and sleeveless, built to layer, built to stand out. Buttoned up, it nods to old-world craft. Left undone, it’s pure rock and roll.