Sit down, let us tell you

Picture a café in the north of Europe, a winter evening. It has been dark since four in the afternoon. Inside, nobody is looking at their phone: people knit, throw a bowl, thread beads. You order a tea, take a seat at a long table, and leave three hours later with something you made yourself.

That is where we both lived. Théo first, among friends for whom making things by hand was as ordinary as cooking. Then the two of us, in a city where those workshop-cafés are everywhere and nobody finds them remarkable.

We did find them remarkable. We both work in technology: for years we built things you cannot hold in your hand. Those evenings did exactly the opposite.

Then our child arrived, and did what children do: demanded the present tense. No screens, no open tabs. A table, two hands, and as long as it takes.

So we brought the idea to Nice. Not the Scandinavian decor, not the nostalgia: just the gesture. We come to you with the wall — 63 bead colours, a tray of fine stones, thread and silver clasps. We lend the tools and show the hand. For two hours, nothing else happens.

You leave with a piece nobody else has made. That is why we do not compromise on materials: 925 silver, strung by hand, guaranteed for life. The memory should outlast the evening.