This line of genuine leather products was inspired by my dad. He is vintage 1948.
My dad has a few things I hope to inherit. They aren't the glamorous things or even the things that are worth the most. They are the things he touched. He used. He repaired. Embedded in their fibers are decades of wisdom, untold stories. A well-worn path. When I touch them, I feel it.
I love heritage. The story of people before us. The dirt. The grit. And weathered look. All while remaining practical and useful. That's the essence of the west. The essence of my dad. And the essence of 1948 Leather.
These photos were taken on our ranch in western South Dakota.