My name is Lia.

Born in Italy, rooted in Eritrea.

I was raised around a woman I considered a princess — my grandmother. Not by title, but by presence. The way she moved, dressed, and held silence taught me that femininity is not decoration, but authority expressed softly. When she passed, that language stayed with me.

I never wanted to be a designer. I wanted to arrive.

Every invitation required a piece made for that moment — something intentional, something that felt like protection. Over time, I understood this wasn’t fashion. It was identity.

I curate fragments of cloth into entrance pieces — garments created for women who dress for the way they want to be remembered. This is a private cultural house, shaped by ritual, lineage, and feeling.

True luxury is not being seen.

It’s being felt.