Using "The Lover's Eye" as a basis, the collection investigates the tale of a woman's love for another in the 1920s. I dug the fashion in the 1920s and followed the profile of their looks. The garments are overall loosely fitted, with limited exposures of skin, in an attempt to conceal the naked truth from the viewers. No one would ever know the one she loved. Her emotion was secret. Everything was supposed to be mysterious and gloomy. The only clue she presented depicting her beloved is the eye. Yet there are countless eyes hidden in these looks. Why not just select an eye you love and believe it as the character of the truth? I mean, there's never anything more fascinating than the imagined stories, isn’t there? Or if you still insist on delving deeper into the passing fact, the poem below is for you to explore. How would I look into your eyes? Tears entangled- An illustrious bribe White lilies dimmed Outlived their lives “To say within own deep-sunken eyes” Beloved Everything with you is beyond compare If you would look into mine Shall I offer you my void, my pride, my hunger A pensive dove! All at once you might hear the voice— Lonely vines wilting in the grove before the dusk drawn And in that naked place called secret Two lean roads diverged with a sigh The chorus of lives! Whilst the gloom distilled Epochs of flowering Yet my lily deceased Tasting the bitterness of harvest moon I thought of you in a fraction of a second So long as your opened eyes look into mine Nor eloquent I would quiver in your breath