Torö, in the south of the archipelago. A pebble beach, a forest that opens onto nothing, and in winter, a light that barely rises. We surf there rarely. We wait there a lot.

It is this waiting that dictates the collection. Woodland greens, earthy browns, the white of fallen snow. Pieces that look as though they have already been worn, and are all the better for it.

No showing off. Just a winter kept at bay, on its own terms.