Collection: shelter


…it is that place where you are always safe. Where you dare to do what you need because it is yours alone. Where you turn the music on full blast and sing at the top of your lungs, where you cry without restraint, where you dance shamelessly or curl up and wrap yourself in a blanket to rest.

It happens that Shelter sees the light in autumn, hence the leaves. Because it has always seemed to me that time stops when you look at the trees in this season and you can see how they change color, how the leaves dance. And if you stop, you are still lucky enough to be caressed with their movements.

Shelter is my pregnant belly. And all the music and the warmth that is inside.