๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ | Fall Winter โ25 Collectionย
โ๐๐ถ๐ต, ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต, ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ง ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ!
๐๐ช๐ง๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ณ
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐จ๐ฆ
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ข ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ
๐๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ฐ๐ต, ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ถ๐ณ๐บ,
๐๐ช๐จ๐ฏ๐ช๐ง๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.โ
Macbethโs sigh, lamenting the mortal coil โ a life as fleeting and fragile as a candle flame. This image encompasses the world of the great William Shakespeare: where fate is cruel, love burns bright, and tragedy echoes without end.
Drawing from his immortal works, La Vierge listens for the whisper between two extremes: love and tragedy. Here, the moonlight of Romeo and Juliet shimmers with tender sonnets, while the fatal crimson of Macbeth and the jealous wrath of Othello stain the dark. Amidst these echoes, ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ is kindled โ a collection that moves between love and tragedy.
๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐
๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฝ๐ฌ
โ๐๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข, ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ;
๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ,
๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ.โ โ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ญ
La Vierge reimagines Shakespeareโs eternal loves: Romeo and Juliet โ a first moonlit passion, innocent yet fierce; Viola in Twelfth Night, yearning to unveil hidden desire; and Portia of The Merchant of Venice, gentle yet wise.
From these figures come the garments of ๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐: ย ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฝ๐ฌ, evoking the heartโs first tremor โ where longing turns to joy and love ignites into radiance. Layers of delicate lace brush the tender edge of youth, corsets embrace each quickened heartbeat, and flowing gowns move to the cadence of an endless sonnet.
โธป
๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐
๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ย ๐ป๐น๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ ย
โ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด, ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ๐น ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ.โ
Lady Macbethโs invocation rings out like a manifesto of release. In Shakespeareโs darkness, tragedy succeeds tragedy like a curse; here, woman is no longer a fragile silhouette but the force that sets fate in motionโunafraid to face desire and the abyss it opens.
Lace and voile, sheer enough to lay the heart bare; silhouettes theatrical yet tender, a quiet struggle between power and compassion. All of this is rendered with dramatic clarity in designs steeped in theatre that La Vierge presents in ๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐: ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ย ๐ป๐น๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ซ๐.
Each garment is a scene: fierce yet never despairing, monumental yet deeply feminine. And when the final curtain falls, Shakespeareโs woman does not breakโshe ascends: free, serene, and immortal.