About Me
Thirty years. One pair of hands. No shortcuts.
I started making belts at thirty. Today I'm sixty-five. The workbench is still the same one. Full-grain cowhide, cut by hand, finished by hand. Solid brass buckles, waxed thread, saddle stitch. Nothing cheap has ever gone into these belts. Nothing ever has.
This craft ends with me.
I don't have an heir. The workshop closes — not because I'm tired, but because some things end at the right moment, and I want this to end well.
The leather will darken with use. Soften where it touches your body. Improve with every year.
The man who wears one of these doesn't need to explain it. In twenty years it will still be there. In forty years, someone else might be wearing it.
These are the last belts I will ever make.
I'm not selling a belt. I'm passing on what I know — before it's gone.