Collection: Syrma

There's a way of moving through a city that can't be taught: unhurried, a little amused, sunglasses on before they're strictly necessary. Syrma is that walk, drawn as a frame. A curved oval that wraps low and close, built for windows-down driving and long exits, the shape every interesting face wore in the late nineties and nobody has improved since. It follows you. That's the whole point. You were never going to follow anything.