Nia Lagurashvili
Collection
Meanwhile,
you hear the whirl and roar of the crowd in the vortex of life around you;
you hear the whirl and roar of the crowd in the vortex of life around you;
you hear,
you see,
men living in reality;
you see that life for them is not. forbidden,
that their life does not. float away
like a dream, like a vision.
you see,
men living in reality;
you see that life for them is not. forbidden,
that their life does not. float away
like a dream, like a vision.
Look,' I say to myself,
'how cold it is becoming all over the world!'
'how cold it is becoming all over the world!'
And more years will pass and behind them will creep grim isolation.
Tottering senility will come hobbling, leaning on a crutch, and behind these will come unrelieved boredom and despair. The world of fancies will fade, dreams will wilt and die and fall like autumn leaves from the trees. . . .
Tottering senility will come hobbling, leaning on a crutch, and behind these will come unrelieved boredom and despair. The world of fancies will fade, dreams will wilt and die and fall like autumn leaves from the trees. . . .
Where have you buried your best days? Have you lived or not?
Look,
one says to oneself,
look how cold the world is growing.”
Look,
one says to oneself,
look how cold the world is growing.”
which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart.
Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?
Here my tears are falling,
Nastenka.
Let them flow, let them flow
- they don't hurt anybody. They will dry Nastenka.
Nastenka.
Let them flow, let them flow
- they don't hurt anybody. They will dry Nastenka.
that cannot be understood,
something immense.
something immense.
something immense.
We're always thinking of eternity as an idea
that cannot be understood,
something immense.
that cannot be understood,
something immense.
But why must it be?
What if,
instead of all this,
instead of all this,
What if,
instead of all this,
you suddenly find just a little room there,
something like a village bath-house,
grimy,
and spiders in every corner,
instead of all this,
you suddenly find just a little room there,
something like a village bath-house,
grimy,
and spiders in every corner,
Sometimes, you know,
and that's all eternity is.
Sometimes, you know, I can't help feeling that that's what it is.
Sometimes, you know, I can't help feeling that that's what it is.
Bio
Born in the country of Georgia, Nia Lagurashvili is a fashion designer whose work lives at the intersection of softness and structure, fantasy and form. From a young age, she immersed herself in the arts, first through drawing and painting—tools that quickly became portals into imagined worlds.
She is particularly drawn to the tension between contrasting materials—delicate drapes clashing and conversing with the sharpness of boning, creating silhouettes that are both ghostly and architectural.
Her aesthetic leans soft, but never sweet. There is always a darker undercurrent—something haunting beneath the lightness. This duality defines her voice as a designer: ethereal yet grounded, romantic yet resistant.