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Graffiti Crinkle Short Sleeve Top + Accordion Pleat Skirt Set
Pleated Two-piece suit

Graffiti Crinkle Short Sleeve Top + Accordion Pleat Skirt Set

Place of Origin: nantong,China

Supply Type: OEM&ODM

Style:  Top and skirt set

 Color: Customized as customers' requirement

 MOQ: 200pcs Per Color Design,Can be mixed two different color

Size: XS-XL(as customers' requirement)

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    Application

    Kernel & Pleat: A Love Letter from the Field

    “Kernel & Pleat” is not a garment; it is the hushed inhale of an entire meadow pressed softly against your skin. With micrometer-precision pleating, the designers have folded the plump curve of every corn kernel into the bodice—each crease carries the exact warmth of noonlight rippling through wheat. Iridescent colour-blocks skip between the ridges like paint flung by a playful wind, turning the torso into a living canvas of summer’s most mischievous wink.


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    Application

    The accordion skirt pours downward in one fluid motion, its lines the audible rustle of maize leaves when breeze slips between their veins. From waistband to hem, abstract prints bloom like dawn mist kissing loam, or cloud-shadows skating across a lake—every step an Impressionist brushstroke in motion.

    A slender belt waits at the waist: cinch it and the silhouette resolves into a golden-ratio sculpture; loosen it and the outline slackens into a languid pastoral poem. Crisp cotton-blend meets weightless memory yarn so the pleats murmur against each other as you walk, the sound of soil confiding secrets only you are meant to hear.

    Application

    This is no nostalgic revival. It is a gentle revolution that weaves the grain of earth, the geometry of wind, and the temperature of light into the architecture of your body. Slip it on and step outside. Let the next summer breeze receive you—each pivot, a co-signed love letter from the field to the city, each sway, a stanza the metropolis never knew it was waiting to read.