It started with a pair of trousers found at the Navigli flea market in Milan. Not designed — discovered. Worn-out seams, authentic tears, marks of a life actually lived. It wasn’t a garment. It was a fragment of someone.
That encounter sparked an obsession: to channel that raw energy into something new. Not a vintage replica. A new sartorial language — clean, essential, built on modern proportions and details that speak of life, not perfection.
Italian craftsmanship meets an aesthetic that isn’t afraid to get its hands dirty. Cuts, abrasions, grindings become part of the design. Intentional. Curated. Never superficial.