A map you wear.

Every frame in the collection is named for a city that stayed with us. A blue medina in the Rif mountains. A town carved from rock in the south of Italy. A harbor in southern Taiwan that turned its warehouses into galleries.

The shapes are vintage on purpose: rounds, hexagons, soft squares and double bridges that have looked right for fifty years and will for fifty more. We look through hundreds of frames and keep the few that feel like a place.

Each pair is checked, cleaned and boxed by hand with its case and cloth before it leaves us. It takes a little longer. We think it is worth it.