Crafted with the finest Peruvian cotton, our Summer 2024 knit collection is created in partnership with Hamptons-based clothier, Leonard Frisbie, renowned for its ecofriendly ethos, clean aesthetic, and impeccable detailing. Each limited edition (50/ea) piece celebrates photography from our Commissions, a collection of imagery set to capture a series of imagined settings for our cocktail recipes.
Unisex sizing. Slub cotton that's more durable than your average shirt and cut in a relaxed, beachy fit. Softens with wear, only getting better with time.
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We hope these items inspire an appreciation for the paraphernalia of the everyday, the stuff of our surroundings—in all their plain and precious dignity.
“Pool Day”
You are under a parasol. It is orange. The deck chairs are orange. The sky is bedsheet blue, perfectly ironed, not a crease in it. The pool is framed by concrete. Wet feet slap against it like fish. There is a diving board. Heavenly bodies stretch upwards, disappear, and reemerge in a sheen of chlorine perfume. The FM station is delivering. The palm trees are unmoving. Your swimmers are forgiving. This is where you are when you close your eyes. Never mind that when you open them you are laid flat on a towel on the patio by a half-inflated kiddy pool.
As seen by Sergiy Barchuk
Words by Sophie Isherwood
“Daffs in the Deli”
An open window. Daffodils in the deli again. The heavy, tired old winter coat left on a hook. Remember not having to put on socks? Remember air-conditioning? It’s spring, and spring is the Friday of seasons. Hear the heavy footsteps of winter plodding over to the other side of the hemisphere (too bad for them). But let’s not get too excited. ’Tis the season of unavoidable clothing errors. First too hot. Then, too cold. An excess of layers when you don’t need them and a cold wilderness of bare skin when you do. Hurry along then, summer, so we can finally complain about the heat.
As seen by Daphné Lejeune
Words by Sophie Isherwood
“At a Desk, Wanting to be a Cowboy"
The life of a cowboy looks good from here. Endless hours moving slowly to the rhythm of a horse at a vantage several feet off the ground; a livelihood dependent on the elements; a daily audience with the expansive sky. To live in the language of light and smell and open places, in cattle drives, pickup trucks, saloons.
We look longingly at other people’s lives. We make adjustments based on whether we want to reflect or reject what they have. From where we are sitting, the life of a cowboy may seem the picture of freedom. But actual happiness has little to do with place or profession. It is internal, independent, somewhat genetic, and always on the move.
As seen by Sophie Tajan
Words by Sophie Isherwood