This set doesn’t whisper. It commands. A belted poncho cut in burnt orange pinstripes, draped like a royal decree. Cinched at the waist, it blurs the line between militant elegance and runway sermon. Paired with structured matching shorts that move like they’ve got somewhere to be. This is for the ones who walk in like they’ve already been quoted. Sunstroke Sermon is a statement you wear before they ask your name.
