Final Girl: Sally is a love letter to the original scream queen from The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, a collection drenched in golden sunlight and unrelenting dread. Inspired by endless backroads, rusted fences, and fields of sunflowers stretching a little too far, this line captures the fragile beauty of survival.

There’s a strange duality here: warm, nostalgic, almost innocent… yet frayed at the edges with something feral underneath - like laughter that turns into a scream. 

This is for the ones who make it out, but never quite leave it behind.

Bright sunlight beats down on a quiet Texas field, too quiet. Juicy apple glistens in the heat, sweet and fresh, while delicate osmanthus blooms drift through the air like a memory you can’t shake. Water lily adds a soft, almost eerie calm - still, glassy, and just beneath the surface. Anchoring it all is a warm, skin-like musk, clinging close like sweat, fear, and the long road home. It’s golden. It’s floral. It’s haunting.Like running barefoot through a sunflower field… and not daring to look back.