
Fourteen days of cloth.
On the patience of long-staple cotton, the mistakes that cannot be unmade, and the small dignity of a seam walked twice.
A small maison of slow clothing, built from long-staple Giza organic cotton, hand-loomed in the medina of Tangier, and finished at our Paris atelier. One livre each season. Nothing more.
“We work to the pace of hands and thread — never the season’s clock.”

Each garment is catalogued, numbered, and traceable to the loom it left. What you hold is not a product — it is a page from a ledger of hands and hours.
The complete ledger →


Seven years ago, on a return from the souk of Mrabet, I watched a woman named Fatima pass a thread of cotton between her fingers as though it were a letter to read. She did not weigh it. She did not measure. She held it, and after a silence she said — this one is patient. From that cotton, five metres of cloth took her fourteen days.
Yassanci is not a brand in the modern sense. It is a ledger of these fourteen-day cloths. We publish one livre each season — seven garments, numbered, documented, and signed. We do not market them. We do not discount them. When the season ends, the livre closes.
Our cotton is grown along the Nile delta at Kafr el-Sheikh, certified organic since our second year, and long-stapled enough that the yarn holds light. It is spun in a small mill at Alexandria, loomed in Tangier, and hand-finished in a shop-floor above the Rue de Turenne, Paris. Every seam is walked twice, first in the morning and once again at dusk.
This is not luxury in the manner of spectacle. It is luxury in the sense that, once you hold it, the garment declines to go anywhere in a hurry. It is, we hope, a kind of quietness you can wear.
A single garment passes through five pairs of hands and five thousand kilometres. We print the ledger so you may read it, and so it may be questioned.
A co-operative of eleven farms, GOTS certified, hand-picked in the cool hours.
A thirty-year-old mill. No chemical softening, no optical dye.
Woven by Fatima and the women of the Medina workshop. One metre an hour.
Rooted in plants grown by our own hands. We refuse synthetic dyes entirely.
Each seam walked twice. Every buttonhole hand-punched. Signed inside.


CertificationsGOTS · OEKO-TEX Standard 100 · Fair Wear Foundation · Union pour la Biodynamie, Provence.
The livre is held in a single room above Rue de Turenne, where it is hung in sequence. Forty visitors per season — no more. Each visit is an hour, with tea, in the morning or at dusk.

Published four times a year, on cream paper, and mailed to readers of the house.
The archive →
On the patience of long-staple cotton, the mistakes that cannot be unmade, and the small dignity of a seam walked twice.

Madder, indigo, oak gall. A field diary from the botanical vats in Provence, and what we have learned to lose.

Two years from seed to boll. A visit to the co-operative that grows every thread we spin.
The first livre opens on the fourteenth of May. It will close when the forty pieces have found their keepers. Neither before, nor after.
One letter per season. No marketing — only the livre, the dates, and a note from the atelier. Deliverable to any address, by paper or email.