The port city of Ophir is shrouded in mystery. Mentioned in the oldest passages of the bible, the waters which cradled its ports were said to harbor ships laden with treasures – sandalwood and silver, ivory and pearls, beeswax perfumes that scented the salt air. In the rainbow of the gloaming, peacocks would cry out, their voices echoing through the narrow passageways of the old city, haunting the peace of twilight’s descent. Evocative of embroidery, Ophir’s stripes are an ode to the extravagant textiles traded amongst the men of this mythic city – a tangible expression of a dream.