A note from the studio
I didn't set out to build a collection around a city. I set out to build clothes I wanted to own, and it was only once they existed, laid out together for the first time, that I understood where they'd come from.
Montréal is a city of layers that don't quite agree with each other and somehow never argue: French and English in the same sentence, stone from the 1700s next to glass from last year, a winter that arrives with real intent and a population that dresses for it without ever looking like they're trying. I spent a week there with nothing to do but walk, and I noticed that the best-dressed men I passed weren't dressed for anyone. They were dressed for the cold, for the walk, for themselves.
That's the collection. Seven pieces for seven days, each one built the way a Montrealer builds a week: with intention, without noise. A coat that means it. A jacket cut soft enough to forget you're wearing it. Nothing that needs explaining at a dinner table.
We called it Une Semaine à Montréal because that's exactly what it is: one week, in one city, worn properly. I hope it feels like that when it arrives.
Jord, Founder