Our story

where it all began

Marco meets Vianna.

They met at work when they were still young. Marco cut patterns. Vianna stitched linings. For two years neither one said anything. Then one day one of them did. That was that. But even being happy wasn't quite enough. They were good at their work. They just didn't want it to be someone else's work anymore.

They built it together.

Nobody gave them a plan. They made it up at the kitchen table, usually late, usually tired, usually arguing. A single heel curve once took three days to agree on. Three days. For a curve. That's how they were. Neither would let something go until it felt right, and somehow that stubbornness, that refusal to just settle, became the whole business. It still is.

What they carried forward

When the war came they didn't have much time. They took the sketches. They took the tools. They took each other. New York was nothing like home. Loud, cold, indifferent. But they had been building things from nothing their whole lives. So they found a workbench and they started again. Before they got too old they made sure their children knew three things. Those children told their children. And those grandchildren run this business today.