— Ramón, your brand is a family business. How did this story begin?
Style is respect. For oneself, for the interlocutor, for the moment
Tucked away in a historic lane in central Moscow lies a place that moves to its own rhythm. The first thing you feel upon crossing the threshold is the atmosphere. The ground floor houses a café where jazz plays softly, espresso is served with a dense, golden crema, and the scent of fresh pastries fills the air. Familiar faces sit at the tables—entrepreneurs, actors, art collectors. Some have come simply for coffee and a good lunch, but most are clients of the house-atelier, waiting for a fitting or an order.
In the spacious hall with high ceilings, soft daylight falls on mannequins adorned with luxurious, impeccably tailored suits. On the shelves lie rolls of Italian wool and English tweed, freshly sewn snow-white shirts, and a new collection of suede loafers, just delivered from Italy. The air carries a subtle blend of scents: chalk, steam from irons, wool, and coffee. The sound of scissors, the steady tap of a needle, the rustle of fabric—all evoke the rhythm of an old artisan’s workshop, where time is measured not in hours, but in the number of precise stitches.
Ramón meets me at the entrance to the workshop. Tall, well-groomed, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit of deep navy blue. His movements are confident yet without unnecessary showiness—like those of a person accustomed to quality not for display, but for himself.
— Our brand was born in 1997. It was created by my mother. Back then, everything was very intimate: a small team, no advertising, only word of mouth. To find us, you had to hear about us from someone you trusted. My mother did everything herself—welcoming clients, selecting fabrics, taking measurements. I was just a child, but I already spent time in the workshop. My father is a historical costume artist, my mother is a fashion designer. Our home was always filled with books on fashion history, old Burda magazines, spools of thread, and tailor’s patterns.
— So, for you, a suit is not just clothing, but a part of your everyday environment since childhood?
— Exactly. I grew up accustomed to classic style. I went to school in a suit, with a tie, in an overcoat and scarf. I carried a briefcase like an adult. Sometimes teachers gave me good grades just for my appearance. I think it was respect for the fact that I respected them. After school, I would come to the workshop and observe the process: how the masters bent over the fabrics, how steam rose from the iron, how chalk transformed into cutting lines. I saw how every stitch demanded attention, and how any mistake was immediately visible. This shaped my understanding of precision and responsibility.