Venice, in its most secret enchantment.

Suspension and light.

Theatre and silence.

Splendour and mystery.

Light feathers, masks that protect stories, murrine
like fragments of water.

Among sinuous lines and echoes of damask, a water iris,
discreet as a well-kept secret.

Irìsea is the suspended wonder of La Serenissima woven in silk.

Four souls, one single wonder.