Thirty pieces per style, numbered in the metal. When a number is gone, it is gone.
Anything set by hand has a natural ceiling: one bench, one pair of hands, fourteen minutes per garment. Thirty pieces per style is not a marketing number, it is the honest output of careful work. We would rather sell out than speed up, because the eleventh-hour stud set in a hurry is the one that fails at the third wash.
Stamped on the back of the last stud in the row, or on a small brass plate at the hem. Never printed, never on a label that can be cut away. The number is part of the hardware, which means it ages with the garment and survives every wash, every resale, every decade.
Every number is logged against its order. If a numbered piece comes back under the 14-day return right, that same number returns to the shop: the edition never grows by one, ever. A registry that can quietly expand is not scarcity, it is theatre, and we do not do theatre.
Members of The List who own a number hold first right to the same number in future editions. If you are 7 of 30 in the black sky, number 7 of the next sky waits for you for 48 hours before anyone else can take it. Collections are built by people, not algorithms; we just keep the seats warm.
Sold-out styles move to the Archive. We do not re-run them, we do not do surprise restocks, and we do not apologise for it: the value of the thirty pieces out there depends on the promise that thirty is the number. New skies come instead, and the bench starts counting again from one.
Every stud fixed by hand through the fabric, with an internal washer. Cut, sewn and finished in our atelier.
No prints, no logos. The hardware is the only signature, stamped in gold-finish knurled metal.
A spare stud in every box. If you ever lose one, we re-set it free, forever.