Margaret & Tenri

The indicated price is a minimum price of the item produced according to standard measurements (more details).

The price of an individual tailoring according dress to personal measurements starts from 2 000 000 rubles, dress and cape from 2 430 000 rubles.

The architecture of tenderness, where every strand of embroidery is stitched by hand — not onto fabric, but along the very boundary between reality and memory. Patterns, woven in the manner of palace bas-reliefs, resemble imprints of ancient frescoes — not heavy, but emerging through the veil of time, like the outlines of clouds at sunset. They do not adorn the bodice; they dissolve it into history, turning the bride into a living capital, crowned with ivory — not a color, but a state of light.

The skirt unfolds like a silk manuscript — opulent yet weightless, as if woven not from thread but from the chords of a minuet. Its volume does not weigh down but floats, preserving the memory of motion: here, it pauses in anticipation; there, it shivers like the surface of water grazed by a fingertip of wind. This is not mere fabric — it is a promise made tangible, where every pleat falls with the mathematical precision of a magnolia petal released in spring.

The cape — a second skin: heavy silk flows behind the shoulders like the shadow of a wing. Its train exists in a parallel reality, slowing time around itself. When the bride moves, it becomes liquid mirror, reflecting not light but the moment itself: here, she hesitates on the threshold; there, she takes a step, and the air around her sparks with a thousand microscopic glints, as if the silk holds not crystals but particles of dawn, captured mid-flight.

Margaret is the chronometer of the ceremony. The corset captures the breath before "I do," the skirt sways to the rhythm of a heartbeat, and the cape’s train stretches like the organ’s last note, dissolving into space but never vanishing. Here, everything is about the in-between: between fabric and skin, between gesture and its completion, between "I" and "we." The dress is a moment frozen — when fate is not yet wedded to fact but has already ceased to be a dream.