Dara: Where the Journey Unfolded

The shoot in Dara felt like tracing time with fabric. Under the soft winter sun, the stones of the old city glowed with a quiet strength timeless, weathered, and deeply rooted. We walked through narrow alleys where languages once intertwined, where prayers rose side by side from minarets and bell towers. There was no need to stage anything; the setting carried its own story.

Among olive trees and carved rock walls, we found Dara. Once a Roman stronghold, now a hushed skeleton of history vaulted cisterns, tombs etched into stone, corridors that whispered. It wasn’t just a backdrop. It was presence.

The wind moved gently through the fabrics, and something about the light felt ancient. The model’s footsteps stirred the dust of centuries. Mardin didn’t just host this collection it breathed through it.

Another thread was woven into Anétoile that day. A memory not just captured, but felt.