The Larni Gown is made from the softest silk chiffon, whispering across the body in layered gauze that barely grazes the skin. At first glance, she seems to float — an apparition of elegance, of understated grace — her silhouette pure and uncluttered, with a long, delicate line that follows the figure like moonlight on still water.

Long sleeves billow with ease, cinched at the wrist with a flourish of gathered silk, while the back opens in a deep plunge, revealing the spine’s quiet strength. A gentle tie, simple and feminine, secures the openness like a secret held close.

Larni is the poem you don’t read aloud, the softness you remember in dreams. She’s for the woman who doesn’t need to announce her presence — she simply arrives, and everything else softens.