Packaging

A piece arrives the way it was made: without noise.

Shoes come in an obsidian box, the goat struck in hot foil on the lid. Garments fold into a cotton dust bag in the same black, the wordmark printed white. A hangtag is tied by hand, heavy card, the goat and the founding year stamped into it.

Inside the piece, where the eye finds it later, runs the single oxblood thread. The box is the first thing you see. The thread is the last.