29/05/2026
There’s a moment just before sunrise when the sky turns a shade of blue that doesn’t have a name yet. Temple of Dawn lives there.
Printed on a vivid turquoise base, the pattern is a hypnotic grid of radiating triangles — each one a tiny sunburst, lined in fine pink lines that fan outward like the first light breaking over a temple spire. Geometric and ancient at the same time. The kind of print that looks like it was lifted from the floor of a Bangkok wat and somehow ended up exactly where it should be.