XII. The Factory

When I saw the factory, I was speechless. It was beyond my imagination.

Light, bright, spacious.
A world of joyful creativity.

People were almost dancing.
A place of the highest mastery.

Abundance of knowledge and experience. Different kinds of expertise, all for the finest bags.

Endless experimentations. My secret dream since I was six.

Everything was exact. Like a Swiss timepiece. Laboratory tests with scientic numbers.

Open-mindedness.
Width and depth to their understanding. Enormous respect for creations.

For the first time, recognition of the importance of every millimetre of my design. It felt like a different planet because it was not their profession—it was their life.

This factory was home to a legendary brand dear to my heart. It was a timeless connection to a different era. The creator of this fashion house had always been my biggest secret inspiration. 

Anya Bumagina