MARTIN'S COLLECTION
A bold fashion manifesto and refined.
It’s not loud. It’s not rebellious. And yet, when someone enters the room in a head-to-toe white outfit, every head turns. That’s the power of white. It’s crisp. It’s clean. It whispers elegance with a clarity louder than neon. In fashion, white is not just a neutral — it’s a declaration of sophistication.
From the boardroom to the runway, the purity and excellence of white command attention like a confident silence in a noisy room. In a flash of white, a woman can say everything she needs — without saying a word.
Diamonds glitter under a thousand lights. Their cuts are precise, their clarity judged, their carats measured. But the world has come to realise something far more brilliant — you.
You walk into a room, and the sparkle shifts. A $2 million diamond necklace can’t command what your energy does in silence.
Because while diamonds are rare, you are irreplaceable.
Think about it — fashion houses spend months designing clothes to fit the kind of woman who doesn’t need to shout to own a space. Jewellers fly across continents searching for stones that reflect what already glows inside you.
In the hush before dawn, where silence kisses the sea and the sun prepares to rise like a deity reborn, a river flows. But this is no ordinary stream of water. It glows — resplendent, golden, fluid like silk spun by stars. The villagers call it “the golden river,” a legend born from whispered myths and embellished gowns. Something extraordinary happens where it meets the sea: elegance becomes eternal, and fashion finds its soul.
In this alchemical dance of light and tide, the House of Althair has chosen to unveil its latest “Haute Couture” collection: The Golden River and The Sea. An eyesight engraved in white and gold, this line is for the whimsical woman who walks like a wave, breathes like gold and dresses like an unforgettable and enduring memory.
There's a rare kind of summer that feels like a dream folded in silk — that's "The Blue Moonlight Summer", and it's about to arrive! It arrives like a secret whispered through the breeze, wrapped in ocean salt and midnight skies. This is the summer where time softens and hearts open.
Under the enchanting glow of a blue moon — that mysterious and captivating second full moon in a calendar month — everything feels infused with a touch of magic. The sea looks silver, lovers walk barefoot on the shore with laughter trailing behind them, and music from beachside cafés floats into the night air like a promise. In the Blue Moonlight Summer, spontaneity becomes a language. So, go pack a bag, grab the keys, and hit the road, with no plan other than to have an amazing time. You dance in the sand with strangers who feel like old friends. You fall in love — maybe just for the night, or maybe forever.
Fashion is taking on a delightfully soft edge too. Picture the elegance of flowing linen dresses in moonlit hues, the chic charm of pearl-studded sandals, and skin that glows naturally from sun and serenity. This is the season when shimmer isn't only on your dress, it's in your gaze, your mood, your stories.
The Blue Moonlight Summer is about the most incredible kind of freedom — the kind that doesn't scream but hums quietly in your soul. It's about letting go of calendars, expectations, and everything that weighs you down. It's a reminder that life sometimes gives you an extra full moon, a little more light, a little more love.
Let the Blue Moonlight shine in you!
In the silent dance of life, where the soul yearns for meaning beyond the mundane, it is not a touch, a vision, or a sound that quenches our inner thirst. Occasionally, the orchestration of tender words, powerful, poetic or penetrating, reaches into the deepest crevices of the human spirit and nourishes it. A symphony of words, harmonised in prose or poetry, whispers or declarations, can nourish the spirit within us.
It’s not about literature or eloquence; it’s about resonance. Like a symphony, where each instrument contributes to an overwhelming swell of emotion and grandeur, words, when thoughtfully placed and purposefully written, breathe, heal and awaken. Sometimes the orchestration of tender words, powerful, poetic or piercing, reaches into the deepest crevices of the human spirit and nourishes it. A symphony written of words of every kind, harmonised in prose or poetry, whispers or declarations.
Language, its earliest inception, was not created for commerce or calculation. It was born from a desire to connect. Early humans grunted, gestured, and eventually formed syllables, not just to survive, but also to express what lived inside them with fear, wonder, joy and longing.
In every culture, myths, legends, lullabies, and chants were the first symphonies. These word-patterns not only informed but also elevated. A tribal elder didn’t just tell stories to entertain — he spoke to the fire within the community, preserving wisdom, culture, and belonging. His words were nourishment, his rhythm an echo of the sacred.