The Selkie makes her home in the windswept fishing villages of Scotland’s Northern Isles, slipping out of her seal skin to frolic naked in the frigid waves along the shore. It is only by shedding her skin that she transforms into a raven-haired maiden whose secret tenderness is hidden beneath briny fur. By capturing her pelt, a lovestruck fisherman may seek to trap her in her human form – but the magic is always fleeting. She will always follow the longing within, reclaiming her rightful patrimony of the sea. To the touch, Selkie is a memento of this storied creature; lustrous linen velvet clipped short reminds us of a doe-eyed seal’s coat, slick and iridescent, marked by the crash of waves as it suns itself on a rock for warmth. If one were to stare long enough into its eyes, perhaps one could find the Selkie within – a gentle beauty veiled behind the bristle.