Interview | 《Spring River Romance with Jade Princesses》

In a world that prizes immediacy, Princess Laurinda cultivates patience as art. The Nexth iTV+ interview for Spring River Romance with Jade Princesses is less a conversation than a guided tour of Princess Laurinda iArt Gallery, the sanctuary where emotion is the medium, and memory is material.

When asked why this season was necessary, she replies softly, deliberately: “Because longing is timeless, yet our world forgets how to listen to it.” At iArt Gallery, longing is not absence; it is a presence. Waiting is ritual. Desire is crafted, not consumed.

The Jade Princesses are not characters—they are states of being. “Each Jade Princess represents an emotional state. Couture gives that emotion a body. Fragrance gives it breath,” she explains. In the gallery, moving image, bespoke couture, and scent converge into a single, disciplined language. Nothing dominates; everything resonates.

Silence is intentional. “The first promise is always silent. Before love declares itself, it listens,” Laurinda observes. The gallery’s rooms are shaped by this philosophy. Garments float rather than cling. Fragrances linger, intimate, lunar, secret. Visitors do not rush; they pause, inhaling memory as it arrives.

Time itself is woven into the design. “Emerald is patience. It does not fade quickly, and it does not demand attention,” she says. At iArt Gallery, pieces mature slowly. Memory and emotion are given weight. Fulfillment is not the aim. “Fulfillment closes the door; longing keeps it breathing,” Laurinda reflects. The gallery exists in that breathing space, between hesitation and surrender, where imagination, body, and heart awaken.

Luxury, here, is not excess—it is attention, restraint, courage. Each gown glides like hesitation over skin. Each fragrance arrives like a memory—unexpected, intimate, almost forbidden. Beauty is never offered; it is approached, desired, yet never consumed.

Princess Laurinda iArt Gallery is a space of permission: permission to pause, to want, to remember, to feel. Longing is not emptiness. It is energy, alive in every breath, every heartbeat, every glance not yet given. Here, art is not spectacle—it is a living, breathing act of grace.