Some evenings ask for nothing. A lamp, a book you've been meaning to finish, the hum of the dishwasher in the next room. Lowena is made for those evenings.
Our first sofa, The Hush, has no frame and no springs. It is a single block of carved foam under a quilted top layer, wrapped in a chenille that feels like a well-loved sweater. It sits low and deep, the way the best sofas do, but never so low that getting up becomes a negotiation.
It arrives in two boxes, folded small. You open them, and over three days it slowly breathes back into shape, as if it were settling in too.





























