OUR FLAIR
A STROY ABOUT CERASA
Dawn kindles slowly above the ridge, filtering through the holm-oak branches and tracing threads of light across the white lace, while the fabric clings to the bodice like a second...
A STROY ABOUT CERASA
Dawn kindles slowly above the ridge, filtering through the holm-oak branches and tracing threads of light across the white lace, while the fabric clings to the bodice like a second...
A STROY ABOUT AURORA
Dawn casts silver glints over the harbour and the white lace gleams with milky highlights as the boat leaves the quay; mooring lines loosen, water ripples at the bow, and...
A STROY ABOUT AURORA
Dawn casts silver glints over the harbour and the white lace gleams with milky highlights as the boat leaves the quay; mooring lines loosen, water ripples at the bow, and...
A STORY ABOUT CARMELA
In front of the portico the headlights fade; the door swings open and the white bodice appears in the darkness, sharp as an inscription on marble.
A STORY ABOUT CARMELA
In front of the portico the headlights fade; the door swings open and the white bodice appears in the darkness, sharp as an inscription on marble.
A STORY ABOUT ETEREA
In the clang of toasts, the ivory of her dress drifts like a silent current; the crossed bodice follows her breathing and seems to gather the light in her eyes.
A STORY ABOUT ETEREA
In the clang of toasts, the ivory of her dress drifts like a silent current; the crossed bodice follows her breathing and seems to gather the light in her eyes.
A STROY ABOUT SOLETTA
Among lemon terraces that overlook the sea, a gentle hand beckons along a path of light; the Mediterranean breeze touches the tied shoulder straps and makes the fabric shimmer with...
A STROY ABOUT SOLETTA
Among lemon terraces that overlook the sea, a gentle hand beckons along a path of light; the Mediterranean breeze touches the tied shoulder straps and makes the fabric shimmer with...
A STROY ABOUT PENELOPE
On the Posillipo lookout at bright noon, light bounces off the pure lace and spills along the stone balustrade. The strapless bodice frees the shoulders to the briny breeze and...
A STROY ABOUT PENELOPE
On the Posillipo lookout at bright noon, light bounces off the pure lace and spills along the stone balustrade. The strapless bodice frees the shoulders to the briny breeze and...
