Juno is all restraint from the front, and pure revelation from behind. Severe, gilded black silk keeps its secret until she turns, and a peacock unfurls in gold thread down the length of her spine, a hundred jeweled eyes opening at once. The peacock has always meant immortality and pride, and in Juno it becomes a birthright. One was made, shown in Milan, and retired. Whoever wears her is watched by everyone, and knowable only on their own terms.