An object you reach for without thinking. One that's part of your life and gives something back. Most things never get there. They arrive, they leave, and you don't notice either. Quietly we've been trained out of attachment. Everything shouts. Overlit. Overstaged. You hold it and there's nothing there.
I make everything myself. No outsourcing. First idea to last stitch. One bag at a time. Because every step is a place where I can learn. Hand that off and you don't just lose control, you lose the education.
Geist moves at the speed care requires.
I'm driven by the desire to be a better designer and craftsman. That's what I'm putting in the bag. Whether it gets there is for you to judge.
You'll know when you hold it.