‘Rome, by all means, Rome’ Collection

In this city, time dissolves.
There is no before, no after—
only the things that refuse to age.
The icons of fashion that stand untouched by noise or years:
a heavy, sequined Roberto Cavalli gown igniting under the spotlight—
La Dolce Vita, made flesh.
A violet Gucci top from Fall/Winter 2006,
a Blumarine leopard-print skirt from Fall/Winter 2003,
threads of gold and silver catching the glimmer of starlight tossed across the Tiber.
And the diamond-strap Gucci heels from 1996—satin lost in a haze of purple light,
slipping into a dream beside the Trevi Fountain,
where wishes float just beneath the surface.

I wake in the newly restored Hotel La Minerva,
embraced by veins of red-brown marble.
I dress in a Blumarine fur-trim backless top
and a lace skirt from Spring/Summer 1998,
my steps cushioned by satin Dolce & Gabbana tie-up sandals,
each cameo glinting like a keepsake from another lifetime.

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The Preserved Mediterranea

Petals fall—some caught on tattered velvet,
others brushing against chiffon before scattering on the streets of Arles.
But the lingering fragrance remains,
I lift my dress to my nose and inhale for a moment,
Is this scent from the South of France, or is it from the flowers? I cannot say.

The touch is cool, devoid of any summer heat,
I imagine it's the wind from Tuscany,
silently entwining with the fabric after meeting in the height of summer.

When Elizabeth David returned from Southern Europe,
she captured the essence of her culinary experiences in "A Book of Mediterranean Food."
Architect Karl Friedrich Schinkel gathered bricks from Southern Europe,
and built a paradise of the South in Germany.

As for me, all I need to do is open my wardrobe,
where the fragrance of flowers greets me,
a gentle breeze stirs,
and effortlessly, I once again take in the entirety of you.

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‘Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours’

She delicately opened the envelope, her fingertips gracefully caressing the card. Petals from the letter gently fluttered down as she unfolded it.

Pale pink petals entwined with the delicate folds of her La Perla skirt, imparting their hue onto the fabric. Brewing a bright pink, akin to that Blumarine form-fitting dress. Another crimson rose petal tumbled from the envelope, landing on the vibrant red silk of her Valentino blouse, drifting down slowly, withering into a deep brown, mirroring the essence of that woven rose skirt from Dolce & Gabbana in 1997. Elegant, romantic, timeless.

Petals scattered on the ground, her gaze then shifted to the words on the card.
"Dear me,
Love Yourself.
From me."

This was a letter from her, to her, from the heart.

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Letters to You

Discover the heartfelt letters penned by our shop owner, Vivianne, exclusively for you.

These intricately woven letters reveal the enchanting tales and cherished anecdotes that reside within each collection, unveiling the exquisite beauty and grace that breathe life into every piece.

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