His name is Stefano Ferretti. You'll never meet him. But you'll feel his refusal in every seam.

He works with velvet the way it demands to be worked. Slowly. Obsessively. With zero tolerance for 'good enough.' The pile must align. The thread tension must match. The hand-feel must be flawless.

If a detail doesn't meet his standard, he undoes it. All of it. And starts again.

Forty-seven individual stages between raw material and finished piece. One master. One garment at a time.

This is the cost of unapologetic quality.