The Uniform
You make thirty-five thousand decisions a day. This is not one of them.
Four pieces cover nine out of ten days. Choose a colour and size for each, add your initials, and the morning question is answered for years.
The cost of choosing.
Every option you keep costs a little attention. A full wardrobe is a full inbox: it asks something of you each morning and rarely gives anything back.
The Uniform is a closed set. Each piece is made for a part of life, and all of them work together in any combination of Midnight, Oxblood and Bone.
Which piece, when.
| Occasion | No. 01 | No. 02 | No. 03 | No. 04 |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Everyday | No | No | No | |
| Work | No | No | ||
| Gatherings | No | No | No | |
| Travel | No | No | ||
| Active | No | No | No |
The initials ritual
Your name, quietly, on every cuff.
Two or three letters, embroidered tone on tone on the left cuff of each piece. Complimentary with The Uniform. Not for anyone else to notice. For you to know.