Photo Credits: Salvatore Dragone
There is no urgency in Ashi’s universe. Only a rarefied breath, almost liturgical, that envelops the gaze in silence before any form appears. And when it does it commands.
For Fall 2025, Ashi Studio presents not a collection, but a state of being. An architecture of remnants. Silhouettes held in tension, embroideries resembling precious fossils, fabrics that seem to have withstood centuries of quiet. Nothing here is immediate. Everything demands pause, attention, reverence.
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These are not garments they are living relics. Dramatic collars sculpted like hardened petals, feathers escaping like whispers from an era that never existed, and volumes meticulously calculated, as if couture were a sacred equation written by the hands of an architect of myth. There is something of a sacred ruin in each look. Not ruin as destruction but as what remains when everything unnecessary has been stripped away.
Photo Credits: Salvatore Dragone
The palette hovers between the ethereal and the subterranean: chalk whites, volcanic blacks, desert golds, timeworn ivory. Fabrics are woven with memory. Tears and embellishments alternate like breath and stillness. The new merges with the ancient, but without nostalgia as if the past were simply another layer of the present.
Photo Credits: Salvatore Dragone
Ashi seeks no approval. He does not dress bodies hungry for trend. He dresses gesture, stillness, intention. Each look is a solitary performance, it requires space, silence, dignity. There are no concessions to speed, to the algorithm, to the wearable. Couture, here, is vocation.
Photo Credits: Salvatore Dragone
And the body that wears Ashi does not walk. It floats. Models move like priestesses, like elegant specters from an untold history. The adornments golden branches, sculpted plexiglass, mother-of-pearl shells like relics forgotten in abandoned salons speak in a visual language. And language, here, is mystery.
It is impossible not to feel reverence for the construction. Everything is obsessively precise and, paradoxically, poetically fractured. For this is where Ashi Studio lives: in sublime imperfection, in sculpted silence, in ornament that never screams — but lingers.
This is not a fashion show. This is form, time, and memory distilled. Beauty as ritual. Garments not as style, but as invocation.
In this moment, haute couture doesn’t belong to the now. It belongs to the space between what has been lost and what has yet to be born. And that is precisely where Ashi stands — as a sculptor of shadow, shaping silence into dresses no one dares to forget.
