We’re a husband-and-wife team. When we met in New York, neither of us planned on falling in love. She had just left an abusive marriage and escaped a cult. Survival, not romance, was the priority.

Not long after we started dating, the stress caught up to her. Her hair began falling out in clumps. She stopped going out. She canceled plans. She felt exposed in her own body.

So I cut up a silk pillowcase and lined her favorite baseball cap with it.

I showed up with the hat and one request:

Wear this. And come to dinner with me.

It helped — enough that she could move through the world again.

But the hat had limits. It didn’t fit every space, every outfit, every moment. We couldn’t find a better option, so we made one.

Something elegant. Timeless. Protective.
A piece you could wear anywhere — without explaining why.

That’s how this began.
Not as a product, but as protection.