Ricapooni was born in a small shop in Neve Tzedek — Tel aviv
handmade pieces created by a girl with fire in her eyes
and a need to unfold.

From the playful girl they called Capooni,
always dancing, imagining, creating,
to the woman I’m becoming each day,
the brand grew with my own transformation —
shaped by emotion, imagination,
and the bond with my mother, Rivca —
our similarity in contrast,
our endless search for unique beauty.

Then came Madrid.
A new city. Motherhood. Distance. Courage.
A place that rebuilt me from the inside out.
And as I changed, Ricapooni changed with me
becoming warmer, deeper, more honest.

Dance was my first home —
a place where childhood, femininity, and sensuality
could live together without contradiction.
Where softness and wildness could breathe in the same moment.
That same quiet rhythm guides my hands today —
slow, intentional, unfolding in layers.

My pieces carry a feminine pulse —
a subtle sensuality meant to be felt.
A truth that lives in curves, in softness,
in the gentle fire beneath the skin.

Ricapooni is the language beating inside me —
and more than anything,
an invitation
to meet the layers in you.