For Spring Summer 26, the Dreaming Eli woman has transformed, moving beyond a fight for survival and emerging fiercely self-loving. My Name Is Amore explores embracing the vulnerability in allowing another person to love you, just as much as you love yourself. 

Designer Elisa Trombatore accompanies this thematic evolution with a maturity in her design and fabric curation. The classic textile tweed takes on a raw elegance, reimagined with ripped edges and fraying seams. In colours which evoke notions of skin, blood and flushed love, we see a variety of silhouettes. Body-con dresses, jumpsuits and corsets which hug the skin and celebrate its softness. Biker-inspired vinyl garments; tough yet feminine, with strategic cut-outs that accentuate curves. Parachute-style trousers and jackets that play on volume and are unafraid to take up space. 

In St Cryptian's Church, models walk slowly; confident and intentional. This is a place of worship, where the deliberate pace of movement allows us time to appreciate the garments in all their glory. Full-length dresses exude sensuality, with sheer and lace fabric adorning as it reveals. We also see a prominent motif of ribbon, in a criss-cross pattern over bare skin, running along the front of trousers and the entire length of the back of dresses. I’m reminded of stitches and scars. I think of endurance, and the strength it takes to be so soft.  

Words By: Caroline Fernandez
Images Courtesy: IPR London
Photographers: Aitor Rosas for Iker Aldama

Going deep, deep inside

 Between my heart and ribs, where blood pulses fierce.

 Right there, where my core is, where the truth hides, entangled in my veins, covered in layer over layer of tissue, protected by muscles contracting strong and powerful.

 Right there I read between the lines that dance on my bones, I look inside and it’s dark, and yet I can still see it all. It’s dark and yet I don’t need light to see. 

I know. I feel.  Organic and imperfect, yet nothing more perfect than this high-tech machine that is this body.

My Body. My home.

The only home I’ll ever have.

 -Elisa Trombatore, Dreaming Eli