Autumn doesn’t rush in.
It arrives in fragments—
the pale light of morning,
the sound of leaves underfoot,
the return of weight to what we wear.

The Torino drop was made for this shift.
A collection shaped by a city where elegance doesn’t shout—
it lingers in the corners of stone piazzas,
moves through arcaded streets,
and fastens quietly as the air cools.

This is clothing with gravity.
Cashmere that holds warmth like memory.
Merino wool that breathes easily, even when the air doesn't.
Trench coats to cut the wind.
Wool coats for staying out too long on purpose.

The palette is pulled from the city and the season—
navy like river shadow,
burgundy like fading light,
beige like old stone at dusk,
olive like ground just beginning to turn.

The Torino drop isn’t about reinvention.
It’s about refinement.
About noticing the shift, leaning into it,
and letting the moment, the fabric, the city
shape the way you show up.

Step into the season.