Aurora's Tales

It’s uncommon to reach the height of frailty, the beauty of the rarefied and carameled light of  dawn,
the slender fineness of a blade of grass, embroideries whispering through the empty spaces of a spiderweb beaded in dew.
Shapes, colours and textures are so delicate and gentle.
Some times, when setting your sight on them, letting them flow in the most poetic thoughts,
you can create fairy tales..

 
This Collection tells a special one.

 
Made of wind rippled lightness, fullness that sprung from a feeling and not a plan, semi defined transparency out of control,
but as ethereal and heavenly to earn forgiveness for any proclivity for seduction.

Couture poses a slight emphasis on the dresses’ soul.

Shape is manipulation caressing, even in the richest drapes, the impalpable lints, tulles emanating gold and silver glows.

Looking at these dresses individually, you get the perception that the jonquil is made out of unusual fourreau, that the sea foam has been turned into a gown, that the rivers’ reed has become the light stitching in the cuts, and that the lymph of shoots and flowers gave birth to crystals.

And then came dawn, and it sprinkled light over the foam, the petals, the reeds and the frost.