We didn’t go looking for a scarf. We went looking for ourselves.
At 5,000 meters above sea level, the air gets thin. So does distraction. In that altitude, surrounded by stillness and snow, we met the artisans who spin these scarves, slowly without machines or haste.
Their cashmere is gathered near Everest, washed by hand, and left to breathe before ever meeting a loom. Nothing is harmed in its making. Nothing is rushed. The result is softness with soul—subtle, warm, and grounding.
atelierXC was born from that moment of reset. These scarves were the first thing we chose to carry forward.
No two are exactly alike. Each is made with care. Each is made to last.
We didn’t go looking for a scarf. We went looking for ourselves.
At 5,000 meters above sea level, the air gets thin. So does distraction. In that altitude, surrounded by stillness and snow, we met the artisans who spin these scarves, slowly without machines or haste.
Their cashmere is gathered near Everest, washed by hand, and left to breathe before ever meeting a loom. Nothing is harmed in its making. Nothing is rushed. The result is softness with soul—subtle, warm, and grounding.
atelierXC was born from that moment of reset. These scarves were the first thing we chose to carry forward.
No two are exactly alike. Each is made with care. Each is made to last.
