In autumn, Lake Como shifts into restraint. Muted skies, reflective water, and weathered stone create a landscape defined by contrast and quiet depth.

Silk moved against cool air; petals rested with deliberate weight upon textured surfaces. Sculptural silhouettes emerged from mist and shadow, their lines echoing the stillness of the lake.

What remained was not narrative, but study — texture, proportion, and seasonal light distilled to essential form.