The House
Named like a greeting. Cut like a tool.
Monsior takes the old address — monsieur — and drops the letter that was only there for show. What remains is a house of country cloth, finished in India.
The Mark
The Ibex
The mark is a leaping ibex. It lives high, moves without drama, and does not dress for an audience. We borrowed the animal because it already understood the brief.
The clothes follow. A knit polo that survives the saddle. Extra-fine merino through the torso, an earthy forest panel across the shoulders, and mother-of-pearl buttons that sit cool against the collarbone.
We keep the release singular. The Field Polo stands alone as Edition 01. If a garment cannot spend a morning outside and still be fit for the table, it does not get a name.
Cloth
Extra-fine merino wool and long-staple combed cotton. Nothing that shines for its own sake.
Cut
Small runs. A paper pattern, brass shears, and a hand on the last seam.
Journey
Packed in Mumbai. Shiprocket to your door. Razorpay or cash when it arrives.
