Marina_fashion_model_(set_19)_00041.jpg -

Delivery address
135-0061

Washington

Change
buy later

Change delivery address

The "delivery date" and "inventory" displayed in search results and product detail pages vary depending on the delivery destination.
Current delivery address is
Washington (135-0061)
is set to .
If you would like to check the "delivery date" and "inventory" of your desired delivery address, please make the following changes.

Select from address book (for members)
Login

Enter the postal code and set the delivery address (for those who have not registered as members)

*Please note that setting the delivery address by postal code will not be reflected in the delivery address at the time of ordering.
*Inventory indicates the inventory at the nearest warehouse.
*Even if the item is on backorder, it may be delivered from another warehouse.

  • Do not change
  • Check this content

    Marina_fashion_model_(set_19)_00041.jpg -

    Should I focus more on her or a specific event happening during the shoot? AI responses may include mistakes. Learn more

    The shutter clicked for the forty-first time, a mechanical heartbeat in the hollow silence of the concrete studio. Marina didn’t blink. She had learned long ago that to blink was to let the world in, and today, she needed to stay out. Marina_Fashion_Model_(Set_19)_00041.jpg

    To the photographer, she was a silhouette of silk and sharp angles, a "Set 19" in a career of endless sets. But behind the heavy kohl and the structured velvet of the blazer lay the ghost of a girl from a coastal town where the salt air bit at your skin and the only runways were the docks. Should I focus more on her or a

    "Beautiful, Marina. Give me 'shattered,'" the photographer called out, his voice echoing against the cold walls. Marina didn’t blink

    She remembered the feeling of real wind—not the artificial hum of the industrial fan currently chilling the sweat on her neck. In the lens of the camera, she saw her own reflection, but it felt like looking at a stranger through a frosted window. The industry called this "presence," but Marina knew it was actually a controlled absence. She was becoming a vessel for other people's dreams, a mannequin for clothes that cost more than her father’s boat.

    Marina stepped off the platform, the silk rustling like dead leaves. The lights dimmed, the magic evaporated, and she began the long process of wiping away the face the world wanted, searching for the one she had left behind. If you'd like to explore this further, tell me: What or emotions do you see in the image?