A baptism, yes but not quite a predictable one.

At Figlia, where the food speaks in low tones and the room hums with a quiet intimacy, the celebrations began. Briefed with androgynous romance and nostalgic threads, this was an event close to the heart of Philoxi. 

Blue oyster mushrooms nestled into dusty pink. Lace, filled to the brim with sentiment. Stationery, minimal, a nod to fashion for those with a keen eye. And candles, tall and reverent, like soft prayers held in wax.

A space not styled to impress, but to be wholly felt.