Here, the greenery of wild plateaus meets the rhythms of pubs and the calm of university libraries, the play of streets and the irony of dress.
Our coats are stitched from Shoreditch lanes, sweaters woven from the Celtic Sea's salted winds. Blouses bear the precision of a scholar, trousers echo Birmingham's archives. The delicate patterns of William Morris float alongside Crewel embroidery. And no storm matters once the Dock Great Coat collar is up.
Everything is hand-crafted, with some clothing deliberately singular, destined to meet their perfect owner.