Vivienne

Vivienne belongs to no era and every era at once. Her ivory silk dress is trimmed with black feathers that whisper when she moves, and her art-deco crown was shaped from wire, crystal and patience. She is the doll you imagine on a stage that only exists in a dream — velvet curtains, a single spotlight, a jazz band playing somewhere far away.

Magdalena made her for collectors who understand that glamour is a kind of quiet rebellion. Vivienne does not demand attention. She simply expects it, and somehow the room always agrees.