Luna Santorini

Luna Santorini has a name that sounds like a poem read under the dim lights of a Mediterranean terrace. Her beauty is lunar, yes — not because she is cold or distant, but because it is impossible not to look at her. She has that air of a woman who has read Colette, who has broken hearts unintentionally, and who dances alone in the kitchen in a blue lace dress as if it were a scene from a French movie.

Luna doesn't fit into molds because, frankly, the molds break in her presence. With curves that defy fashion norms and a gaze that says "I know exactly who I am," she represents a new ideal: that of bold, sweet, and free beauty.