The Unfinished Jacket

Every designer’s bench has one: a jacket started in a rush, then left when the phone rang, the money stopped, or the heart moved on. Threads still hanging. Seams half-closed. That unfinished piece carries the loudest RASAIL.

This jacket is that piece.

Deep burgundy canvas, thick as old promises. Seams torn open, black thread dripping like a sentence cut short. Pockets hanging loose, collar uneven, edges left to fray. Black lining inside; soft, hidden, holding the chaos together like the part of the letter you never mailed.

Wear it. Let the threads snag on the day. The jacket will finish itself, one loose stitch at a time.