Silk — a love letter

Silk does not ask to be admired. It waits. It moves the way a woman moves — slowly, with intention, catching the light and refusing to give it back.

Our mulberry silk is woven in a small mill in Karnataka, where three generations of one family have been perfecting the same 19-momme weight for eighty years.

There is nothing quite like the moment silk touches skin for the first time. It is a small, private surprise. A gift the wearer gives herself.