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Article: Dear Misca: Letters to a Quiet Beginning

Dear Misca: Letters to a Quiet Beginning


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Dear Misca began as a letter — not written to be read quickly, but to be felt slowly. It is a collection shaped by pauses, by early mornings in the hills, by flowers that bloom quietly without announcing their arrival.


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Misca is our muse — a woman who lives in a faraway land, where time moves gently and beauty reveals itself in fragments. She notices small things. The way fabric falls when it is unhurried. The way craft carries memory. The way beginnings often arrive unnoticed.

This season at Buna, we chose to write to her.

Spring Summer ’26 unfolds like pages from a diary. Each garment is a note, a memory, a moment observed. Handcrafted textiles, soft silhouettes, and thoughtful details come together to honour slowness — not as an aesthetic, but as a way of being. 



The palette is drawn from nature just after rain. Petal pinks, quiet ivories, sun-washed greens. Prints feel like pressed flowers between pages. Textures carry the warmth of hands that made them. 

Dear Misca is not about dressing for attention. It is about dressing for presence.
 
We imagined her walking through gardens before anyone else arrived. Noticing the first bloom. Believing in beginnings — even the ones that go unseen. 

This collection is an ode to that belief. To craft that takes time. To stories written slowly. To the quiet joy of becoming.


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These are letters written in fabric. This is Dear Misca. 

Buna. Spring Summer ’26. 

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