For the first time, we’re bringing knitwear into the fold. We wanted to start with the one fibre that doesn’t forgive shortcuts: cashmere.
The story begins a long way from here, in Inner Mongolia. Each year, the fibre is combed by hand from the goats — not sheared, but gently drawn from the soft undercoat that keeps them warm through the coldest months. The yarn we use measures 15–15.5 microns, which is about as fine as cashmere gets.
From there, it travels to a small family workshop in Tuscany. It’s just a father, his son, and a small team who have spent years perfecting every stage of the process. What makes this workshop different is how close everything is: the knitting, the washing, the finishing, all within about fifteen kilometres. Nothing is shipped back and forth across a country.
That last stage is the one we keep returning to. In the workshop, a small team of women takes care of the final press — laying each piece flat, checking the sizing by hand, then guiding it gently through the rollers. It’s slow, careful work, done one piece at a time. It’s why the finished cashmere holds its shape the way it does, and settles into that particular softness that only comes from being handled properly, not rushed.
We wanted a collection that moves the way real days do — layered under linen in the cool of the morning, worn on its own once the evening turns, folded into a suitcase without complaint. Cashmere does that quietly, when it’s made well.
