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F/W 2025 Collection:
Tales of The Fiery River
Tales of The Fiery River
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In the open field, with a flower snow-bright,
There stood a svetlitsa,
and in it, a maiden so light.
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Svetlica (since 2021) grew like a little forest mushroom, slowly and steadily, and now it peeks out from the low grass — because here you are, having found us! Welcome and hello!
For the Eastern Slavs, a svetlitsa was a bright, dry space in the home where women gathered to work on crafts and spend time together. Something similar happens in our Svetlica: I handcraft candles using the ancient pouring technique, collect stories from the world of bees, draw, and write — for instance, this very text.
A significant part of my childhood was spent at my grandfather’s apiary — surrounded by the hum of bees in an apple orchard, gathering tinder fungi for the smoker, and breathing in the honey-sweet air of the bathhouse. I still love reading his beekeeper’s journal. It’s quite technical but to me, deeply tender and poetic: in it, my grandfather lists nectar-bearing plants, notes the year’s first bee flights, praises the bees when they “work well,” and marks the days when the linden trees bloom — signaling the start of the linden honey harvest.
That’s why in Svetlica, I create candles exclusively from beeswax. It’s a sculptural and vibrant material, endlessly fascinating to explore. My experiments with techniques continually lead to new designs. What matters most to me is that wax exists at the intersection of human and nature’s coexistence. ♡ Nastia Grigoriadi
There stood a svetlitsa,
and in it, a maiden so light.
Svetlica (since 2021) grew like a little forest mushroom, slowly and steadily, and now it peeks out from the low grass — because here you are, having found us! Welcome and hello!
For the Eastern Slavs, a svetlitsa was a bright, dry space in the home where women gathered to work on crafts and spend time together. Something similar happens in our Svetlica: I handcraft candles using the ancient pouring technique, collect stories from the world of bees, draw, and write — for instance, this very text.
A significant part of my childhood was spent at my grandfather’s apiary — surrounded by the hum of bees in an apple orchard, gathering tinder fungi for the smoker, and breathing in the honey-sweet air of the bathhouse. I still love reading his beekeeper’s journal. It’s quite technical but to me, deeply tender and poetic: in it, my grandfather lists nectar-bearing plants, notes the year’s first bee flights, praises the bees when they “work well,” and marks the days when the linden trees bloom — signaling the start of the linden honey harvest.
That’s why in Svetlica, I create candles exclusively from beeswax. It’s a sculptural and vibrant material, endlessly fascinating to explore. My experiments with techniques continually lead to new designs. What matters most to me is that wax exists at the intersection of human and nature’s coexistence. ♡ Nastia Grigoriadi
