KONIAKÓW

A fleeting gesture now translated into form. The instinct of pulling petals from a rose, chasing an answer you already feel.

At the center, our leitmotif returns. The rose emerges sculpted from fabric, printed softly onto the surface, or merely hinted at through tears and thorn-like ruptures, through seams left deliberately unresolved. It is present even when it disappears.

This season is about touch. Materials are exceptionally soft, wrapping the body with ease, settling naturally on the silhouette. Some pieces fall oversized, others trace the form gently, all designed to feel familiar, slightly undone. There are intentional traces of wear, delicate fractures, edges that seem handled, already loved.

Embroidery and lace remain, but the fabrics feel fluid now. More restrained. They step back to let the materials speak, to let unexpected cuts and subtle imperfections hold the attention.

He loves me, he loves me not explores femininity with restraint. Romantic, but never overwhelming. Pure, yet touched by rebellion. Unconstrained, instinctive, and intimate.