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Bohemian tunics, cotton tunic tops

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Fall Holiday Fashion Trends: The Kaftan and Kimono Dress Revival

This fall, style meets comfort with kaftans and kimono dresses taking the spotlight. Renowned for their relaxed, flowing silhouettes and bold, vibrant prints, these Kaftan and Kimono Dress are ideal for leisure wear while still delivering an effortlessly chic aesthetic. Find Us At Mogulinterior With the right layering and accessories, they seamlessly transition into holiday-ready outfits that balance fashion with functionality.

The season’s palette embraces deep, earthy tones that exude warmth and richness. Rich crimson and burgundy hues bring a touch of drama, echoing the fiery glow of autumn sunsets for a bold statement kaftan. Meanwhile, shades of olive and forest green offer a more understated, sophisticated elegance, perfect for those seeking subtle fall flair.

blending elegance with comfort for the perfect fall holiday wardrobe. Known for their flowing silhouettes and timeless appeal, these versatile pieces of Kaftan and Kimono Dress can easily transition from casual wear to festive occasions with just a few accessories.

Long Kaftan Dress: Ideal for cooler fall days, the long kaftan dress offers both coverage and style. Whether in deep fall tones or vibrant patterns, this piece brings effortless grace to your look, perfect for lounging or dressing up for holiday gatherings.

Floral Summer Caftan: The floral cotton caftan is perfect for embracing the season’s change while still keeping a hint of summer’s warmth. With its lightweight fabric and floral design, this Short caftan offers a laid-back yet polished vibe, making it a go-to choice for easy, everyday elegance.

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Embroidered Caftan from Kashmir: A truly luxurious option, the embroidered caftan from Kashmir is a standout piece. Intricate embroidery details and rich fabrics evoke a sense of artisanal craftsmanship, making it perfect for fall celebrations where you want to make a statement with cultural and artistic flair.

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Chiffon Kaftan Dress with stones

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Buy Full length Kaftan in USA | silkkaftans

A full length kaftan is a flowing and loose-fitting garment that reaches down to the ankles or floor. It is often made from lightweight and breathable fabrics, making it a comfortable choice for warm weather or relaxed occasions. Kaftans have been a part of various cultures for centuries, and their designs can range from simple and traditional to intricate and modern.

The full length kaftan typically features wide sleeves and a loose, relaxed silhouette. It's designed to provide ease of movement and a sense of effortless elegance. The neckline can vary, with some kaftans featuring V-necks, scoop necks, boat necks, or even deep plunges.

This versatile garment can be worn in various ways, making it suitable for different occasions. It can be dressed up with accessories like statement jewelry, belts, and sandals for a chic and bohemian look. Alternatively, it can be worn as a comfortable loungewear option or even as a beach cover-up.

Full length kaftan in USA come in a wide range of colors, patterns, and styles, allowing individuals to express their personal fashion preferences. From solid colors to intricate prints, and from traditional patterns to contemporary designs, there's a kaftan to suit every taste.

Whether you're lounging at home, strolling on the beach, attending a casual event, or looking for a comfortable yet stylish option for a warm day, a full length kaftan offers a blend of comfort and fashion, allowing you to make a statement with ease and grace. 

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US Vogue September 1, 1964

Wilhelmina Cooper poses in a gold Moroccan Caftan. The "Caftan" is the traditional Moroccan dress worn by women during special events or occasions. It can be composed of a single piece which will be called "Caftan" or several layers of Caftans which will be called "Takshita". The Moroccan Caftan was very popular in the 60s thanks to Moroccan designers who exhibited their collection at fashion shows all over the world. Beauty note: neutral foundation, Pale Champagne and Rousing Red lipstick, by Germaine Monteil. Hair by Daniel de Kenneth.

Wilhelmina Cooper pose dans un Caftan marocain doré. Le « Caftan » est la robe traditionnelle marocaine portée par les femmes lors d'événements ou d'occasions spéciales. Il peut être composé d'une seule pièce qui sera appelée « Caftan » ou de plusieurs superpositions de Caftans qui seront appelées « Takshita ». Le Caftan marocain a connu un grand succès dans les années 60 grâce aux créateurs marocains qui ont exposé leur collection lors de défilés de mode dans le monde entier. Note beauté : fond de teint neutre, Pale Champagne et le rouge à lèvres Rousing Red, de Germaine Monteil. Coiffure par Daniel de Kenneth.

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Am I the only one who, when first reading and hearing the word "kefta" in the S&B trilogy, immediately pictured a caftan? Like, the traditional women's dress from the MENA region, especially North Africa (Morocco) like …

It’s so similar or is just me 😪

The funny thing is, when you watch the show and see the Grisha keftas, they actually look a lot like caftans.

I tried doing some research to see where Leigh Bardugo got the idea for the word "kefta," but I couldn’t find anything specific...

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Rayon Kaftan Dress

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Silk Caftans Dress | Women's Silk Kaftan | Pure silk kaftan

Silk caftans Dress are loose, flowing dresses made from luxurious silk fabric. They are known for their comfortable and airy feel, making them popular choices for warm weather or resort wear. Silk caftans often feature vibrant prints, intricate patterns, or embellishments, adding to their elegance and versatility.

These dresses typically have wide sleeves and a loose, relaxed fit that drapes loosely over the body. They can be worn as a standalone outfit or paired with a belt to cinch the waist for a more defined silhouette. Silk caftans Dress are available in various lengths, from shorter styles that hit above the knee to ankle-length options.

Caftans have been part of many cultures for centuries, originating from the Middle East and North Africa. They have since gained global popularity as comfortable and stylish garments. Silk caftans Dress can be dressed up or down depending on the occasion. They are suitable for lounging at home, beach outings, casual gatherings, or even more formal events when accessorized appropriately.

When it comes to styling a silk caftan dress, you can experiment with different accessories to create various looks. Here are a few suggestions:

Pair with a belt: Add a slim or wide belt to accentuate your waist and create a more tailored look.

Statement jewelry: Complement the simplicity of the caftan with bold and eye-catching accessories like chunky necklaces, oversized earrings, or stacked bangles.

Sandals or wedges: Opt for comfortable and stylish footwear that complements the caftan's relaxed vibe. Flat sandals or wedges in neutral tones or metallic shades are popular choices.

Clutch or tote bag: Choose a stylish handbag that matches the occasion. A small clutch for an evening event or a roomy tote for a casual day out can complete the ensemble.

Layering: If you want to wear your caftan in cooler weather, layer it over leggings or skinny jeans and pair with a long cardigan or jacket.

Remember, the beauty of silk caftans lies in their versatility, so feel free to experiment with different styles and combinations to create your unique look.

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Laylat al-Henna

Book: The Royal Romance

Rating: PG

Pairing: Kiara Theron x Hana Lee

Word Count: 1, 882 words

Summary: It's the night before Kiara and Hana's wedding! What fun things do Kiara's cousins from Fes have in store for their henna night?

A/N: You'll find details and visuals on the fashion and henna designs (as well as faceclaims for the OCs!) in this post.

Tagging @kiaratheronappreciationweek for KTAW Day 1: Culture, @choicesficwriterscreations for FoTW/LGBTQ Archive, @choicespride as well even though it may be a bit early for the pride event.

It is tradition - Kiara has been told over and over, wedding after wedding, from the time she was twelve - for a woman to have her bridegroom's name hidden in the designs of her henna.

Their families back in Fes would make a game of it on their wedding night; the groom could touch his bride only when he found his name, tiny and dark and perfect - leaving the most beautiful stain on her palms.

At least four (well...three, really) of those cousins had giggled over how it all went down at their own wedding nights. Nour's henna had her husband's name written in extremely small print, squirreled away among a row of curls. Imane's flowed along the curves of a large, floral paisley. Nissrine's husband was rumoured to have taken hours searching for his name in her henna and poor Fatimazahra's collapsed into an eight-hour slumber before he could even truly try.

All four of them laughed even harder when they were told that Kiara would be marrying a woman.

At first Kiara assumed it had to be the fun of celebrating two brides rather than just one. Double the joy, double the dancing, double the bridal henna!

Should've known better, Kiara mutters to herself as her eyes search frantically for telltale signs of calligraphy along the darkened vines on Hana's palm.

She almost lets out a triumphant yell when she catches a lovingly inscribed kaaf, deceptively mirroring the vines. That's before she realises the other four letters are scattered in Arabic all over Hana's palm.

Kiara purses her lips, immensely annoyed. Why did she think this to be so romantic in the first place?

"Oh!" Hana whispers in delight, "Look! I've found mine." Her finger lightly traces the soft skin underneath Kiara's little finger, caressing the spot where her own name is inscribed, in Mandarin....as a whole word. Her eyes sparkle in childlike glee.

Kiara manages to catche an alif peeking out from behind a flower on the soft skin just below Hana's thumb. She lets out a small huff of laughter, shaking her head.

Perhaps she should thank every deity of every faith that her parents' gave her a name as short as Kiara. Imagine her plight if it had been as long as Fatimazahra's, zut alors.

"My darling cousins," she says, her eyes still roaming over Hana's palms. Now...now she understands all those hearty cackles Nour seemed to be making, at the idea of arranging a henna party for two women. "Elles me conduiront à ma tombe!"

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Every woman at the henna party in Castelserraillan that night shared very knowing grins as Kiara and Hana entered - completely blissed out, skin dewy and aglow, a mixture of a french lavender scent and the earthy aroma of ghassoul clay emanating from their bodies.

They'd been brought into the hall like princesses of old, carried in jewelled palanquins, dressed in caftans and takchitas whose golden threads reflected the soft light of the hall, the candles that seemed to receive their own henna treatment in tones of pink, purple and rose gold, and their light glowed softly in trays of pure gold.

Having experienced the joys of the pre-henna night hammam baths themselves, most of Kiara's aunts and cousins could tell how good the treatments must have been within the first ten minutes of a bride entering the ceremony.

Beneath her golden veil, Kiara's eyes roamed around the hall, in awe of the sheer love and detail that must have gone into planning this party alone. Both women being daughters to a multitude of cultures meant that Kiara and Hana had to pay their respects to several of their homes - Bethulia. Castelserraillan. Udvada. Orleans. Fes. Shanghai. Cordonia. - in different ceremonies, and include a multitude of relatives.

Which meant that Kiara's aunts and cousins knew this night was their moment to shine.

Hana was whisked to another corner of the room before Kiara could even get a chance to speak to her - a bevy of ladies already surrounding her to fulfill requests, give her mint tea, admire the henna's artist's craft or just for a small chat. Anything and everything Hana wanted. Tonight (and this was exactly how Kiara wanted it) Hana was going to be treated like a queen.

From under her lashes, Kiara sneaked a look at Hana. The woman she would call her wife tomorrow. Listening, nodding, her silken brown hair catching the glow of the lights as she threw her head back at a joke her aunt Hala said.

"If you stare any harder you'll bore a hole in the wall behind her," Nissrine came to her, grinning as she followed Kiara's gaze. She looked around the hall, slightly doubtful. "How did we do?"

Kiara laughed, placing her free hand on her cousin's arm, reassuring her with the word they would all use to describe something as beautiful. "Zwina."

Fatimazahra - who had been minding the caterers this whole time - seemed to appear out of nowhere, chukling. "Tomorrow is her wedding night. Of course everything will be zwina. The macroute will be zwina, her henna will be zwina, her wife will be the most zwina."

Kiara moved her gaze from Hana to her own palms, admiring the naqasha's speed and precision. The henna felt cool on her left palm, the designs on her arms already beginning to dry a little and the paste itself smelling pleasant and earthy - the way real henna should.

The naqasha - an experienced henna artist from their hometown whose team had become popular among the family circles for their vast knowledge of different henna styles (Indian, Pakistani, Khaleeji, Fassi, Marrakechi, Meknessi, Saharawi - you name it) - had finished making a beautiful dome at the centre of Kiara's palm, and was now referring to a tiny piece of paper Imane seemed to have given her before carefully writing out Méihuā - the name Hana's paternal family often used for her - in Hànzì script.

Kiara smiles mistily as she watches Soraya, the naqasha, labour over each character of the script, making sure she never got a single line or slant wrong. Hana often told her that that name reminded her of happier times, far more than her own birth name did. It meant plum blossom - the flower that grew fragrant and resilient in the snow, China's national flower. Her Năinai's favourite flower.

And over the past year...she'd begun to answer to it a little more too.

Kiara mouthed a silent "thank you" to Imane as she sauntered to her side, looking very pleased with herself.

"Wonderful work, Soraya," she patted the naqasha lightly on her shoulder, "What oils did you add in the henna paste this time?"

"Tea tree, geranium and lavender," Soraya said, smiling, "She can hold her hands in front of some herbal incense later. A lovely rich colour and the scent will be incredible."

"Ohhh...what a deep stain it'll leave behind when the henna comes off!" Imane looked back at Kiara, winking. "Remember what our aunts used to tell us, Kiara? The darker the stain of the henna, the deeper the essence of his love. Or her's, in this case."

Kiara was grateful for her golden veil as heat creeped up her neck. Maman loved that adage, ever since her own wedding where - if Kiara's aunts were to be believed - her henna deepened to a dark, rich brown without even holding her hands to a brazier like everyone else did.

Kiara always liked to call herself a practical woman. But this didn't stop her from dreaming of showing Hana her palms, rich and deep brown from both henna and their love.

"Is Hana liking her designs?" Kiara asked Imane.

"Iyyeh," Imane nodded. "Soraya's girls have really outdone themselves. Indian designs are usually very elaborate, but Hana wanted something simple, a little floral."

She gave Kiara a wolfish grin, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "I think you're going to love it."

Kiara narrowed her eyes at Imane. She knew that look. It was the kind she would give all her cousins when, as children, she was about to do skin her knees climbing the branches of a fig tree.

Kiara was going to open her mouth to ask what Imane had in mind, when the low, deep strains of the guembri rang throughout the room.

It was Nissrine's younger sister Nour, closing her eyes in reverence and plucking the strings of the family guembri - a legacy from her father, a renowned Gnawa master himself. The guembri had been in the family for generations, itself decorated with henna patterns so intricate it would amaze even the best of naqashas.

As the women in her family got up to dance to "Toura Toura", a song Kiara would listen to and relish in 12 hour lilas every year in Fes (singing in Bambara - a language neither she nor her cousins truly understood but loved to hear), she found herself somehow dancing next to the woman she had been craving to see for the last few hours.

"Well, hello there," Kiara said, sneaking a kiss to Hana's cheek.

Hana giggled. "Fancy running into you."

They danced until their feet were sore, until their eyes begged for sleep, until their henna dried - leaving behind a stain that was a deep, dark, rich brown.

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"They did that on purpose!" Kiara huffs, ten minutes after she has triumphantly shown Hana the final letter - the rāy curling at the base of her wrist. "They were planning to annoy and vex me this entire time. If they were here right now I'd tell them to go cook themselves an egg."

For all her grumbling, however, Kiara was quite overjoyed. She had hoped that her extended family in Fes would adore Hana just as much as she did, that they would love her and pamper her silly. They went above and beyond; they made Hana's first real experience of Morocco practically unforgettable.

It was. In every sense of the word. Even if that involved secretly pulling Kiara's leg.

Hana pouts, her fingers still tracing the name on Kiara's palm. "I wish they scattered letters for me too. Seems like more of a challenge." She shifts a little more into Kiara's arms, turning her gaze to her own palms. "Not that I don't love your henna already. It's gorgeous; look at these curls in the center! They remind me of a compass rose."

Hana runs her fingers purposefully along the length of Kiara's body. She presses five tiny kisses along her face.

"A kiss for each letter," she hums happily against Kiara's skin, "A just reward for your hard work."

Laughter bubbles in Kiara's throat. "Only five?"

"Kiara Yasmine Thorne," Hana's voice takes on a raspy, sultry quality, "Don't be greedy."

"Ma moitie," she whispers back, "I believe tonight's the one night when greed is allowed."

Hana bites her lower lip to stem her own laughter, then lets her lips roam free over Kiara's face.

"Fine, then," Hana huffs in mock-petulance, only too happy to go along with the joke, "Eighteen kisses it is."

Kiara buries her hands in Hana's hair as she breathes in the fragrance from between her shoulder and neck. "I won't mind if you give me more...but alright. Eighteen's a start."

Translation -

Darija:

Kaaf (ك), yaa (ي), alif (ا)(twice), rāy (ر) are the isolated letters that - I think - will form Kiara's name in Arabic. I believe that it may look somewhat like this (كيارا) when written as one word, but the letters are meant to be scattered around Hana's henna just to tease Kiara.

Ghassoul/Rhassoul clay - a type of clay that some people use as a cosmetic product for their skin and hair. It’s a brown clay only found in a valley in the Atlas mountains of Morocco. The term “rhassoul” comes from an Arabic word that means “to wash.” Typically used in hammam baths.

Zwina - a compliment, literal meaning is beautiful or good.

Macroute - a diamond shaped sweet cookie filled with dates and nuts or almond paste.

Naqasha - Henna artist

Guembri - a three stringed skin-covered bass plucked lute used by the Gnawa people

Lila - a rich ceremony in the Gnawa community, of song, music, dance, costume, and incense that takes place over the course of an entire night, ending around dawn. Learn more here.

Toura Toura - Popular Gnawa song. Here is a version by Innov Gnawa.

French:

zut alors - an expression of annoyance, like saying "darn!" or "damn!", mostly used in non-serious instances.

Elles me conduiront à ma tombe! - They will lead me to my grave!

Va te faire cuire un œuf! - Literally, "go cook yourself an egg!". An expression of annoyance, similar to "go take a hike!" or "leave me alone!"