A single feathered wing sweeps out from the wall, every barb picked out in relief, and the curtain gathers into the curve as though it chose to rest there.
Behind it sits a small rosette of laurel and blossom, cast in copper and finished to a warm gold. Light catches along the ridges of the pinion and slides away again as you pass. It takes the weight of a heavy drape without complaint and gives the window something of a stage.
Best in a room that already leans romantic, with long linen at the sash, or a drawing room where the folds run all the way to the floor.
