NOIR - Ritual Collection
The horse was the heart of our ancestors - from the Thracian sanctuaries to the Proto-Bulgarian plains. The black horse is a symbol of deep strength, untamed beauty, and nocturnal magic. And the woman who leads it is not merely a rider. She is a samodiva, a priestess, a mistress of the dark.
Such is the inspiration behind NOIR - Ritual Collection.
In this collection, black leather carries the spirit of ancient bridles, leather straps, metal fittings, and the ritual acts of control that the Proto-Bulgarians forged with sacred precision.
Saddlery masters crafted every stirrup, rein, and headstall as a vow - between human and animal, between body and power, between will and path.
Today we have transformed this ancient symbolism into a modern ritual - the ritual of the woman, of her authority, of her quiet, of her control.Black leather embraces the body as the straps once embraced the horse’s neck -
not for subjugation, but for unity, instinct, movement as one.
She is the Maîtresse du Cheval Noir - the Mistress of the Black Horse. She leads the night. She draws silhouettes in the dark. She does not fear the shadow -
she is the shadow.
NOIR is created not simply as a collection of accessories, but as an initiation.
As a deeply feminine connection between the ancient and the modern, between restraint and freedom, between gesture and ritual.
Here every metal ring, every line, every edge of leather is a continuation of an ancient tradition - a tradition of movement, strength, passion, and silent understanding.
THE LEGEND OF NOIR
Where the Black Horse Meets the Woman of the Night
Long before kingdoms were born, before names existed, on these lands lived an ancient ritual - a ritual between the woman and the horse.
The Thracians believed the horse was a messenger of the gods, a spirit that passed between worlds. The Proto-Bulgarians called it the living fire of the steppe, a being that understood not words, but intentions.
And the woman beside it? She was a nocturnal nymph, a mistress of the wind,
a priestess whose steps left no trace, for the night carried her as its own.
Between them, there was a language,
wordless, profound - a language of breath, movement, skin, and rhythm.
THE STORY OF LEATHER AND REINS
The Proto-Bulgarians believed leather was not merely a material - it was a living connection between body and power. The bridle, the reins, the halter, the straps, the stirrup… each piece crafted by the saddlers as a sacred object.
The bridle invited trust, the reins were conversation, the straps—an alliance,
the metal ring—direction.
These items were not mere tools.
They were vows—between human and horse, between the woman and her dark power.
THE WOMAN - FACE OF THE RITUAL
The women of these lands mastered the power to ride like warriors and enchant like night spirits. They spoke to the horse with their bodies, through the rhythm of their hips, through breath that spoke more than words.
They believed:
"He who masters the horse, masters destiny."
And even truer:
"She who masters herself, masters the night."
NOIR is for that woman.
For the woman who does not follow footsteps - she leaves them.
For the woman who does not wait for light - she creates her own.
For the woman whose darkness is art,
and whose silence is command.
Tu es à moi continues this tradition. In NOIR, leather speaks again. The fire once used to temper metal fittings now lives in the shine of black. Ancient precision becomes modern eroticism. The ritual continues—transformed, yet eternal.
RITUAL OF POWER — RITUAL OF DESIRE
Tu es à moi transforms ancient leather rituals into modern symbols of passion, union, and authority:
leather → restraint
metal → direction
silence → promise
touch → vow
black → ritual
NOIR is not just a collection.
NOIR is the continuation of an ancient female myth, reborn in a modern form.
This is the ritual of the Mistress of the Black Horse. Darkness is her strength.
Leather is her language. And the night—her ally.
This is Tu es à moi: a language without words. A ride without reins. Power without noise. A love that is not spoken — it is lived.
Welcome to the NOIR ritual.