Collection Overview

Like the celestial thing it actually is, daylight streams through oculi in the dim, domed ceiling above. On this massive, hot stone slab, even time seems to feel heavy with the heat. Whether ritual ablution or just a bath, every Hamam contains the universe in microcosm. Wearing only our skin, our senses actively at ease, we turn both inward and out. We open up as our pores do, immersing ourselves simultaneously in self-reflection and the community around us. In the course of an afternoon spent bathing, every element necessary to our well-being is soaked, kneaded, rubbed down and restored. Robes, towels, scrubbing mitts, slippers, suds and scents embody the sublime simplicity of cleansing. Bring order to the body outside, and you begin to tame that vast empyrean within.