Every leather piece starts somewhere different.
A small square sent out by a supplier to show what a hide could become, cut for a designer's eye, then set aside once the decision was made or never made at all. A worn jacket, carried for years before it was let go. Most of it ends up in the trash bin. We start there instead.
Each square is gathered by hand, chosen for its grain, its color, the way it catches light differently from the one beside it. They're cut down further, arranged, then stitched together one seam at a time with waxed thread, a technique that asks for patience the same way the leather once asked for someone to notice it.
What was destined for the bin becomes something meant to be carried.
Nothing here was ever finished.
It was only waiting to be seen.
