4Button Leather.

The ‘4Boo’ Bi-fold | Limited Ghost Black
“Every day the same… every day a little different.”
The signature Ghost Black top wax from Conceria La Bretagna is designed to evolve. Through daily handling, the white wax finish migrates into the grain, revealing a deep, permanent patina unique to the user.
Technical Specifications:
• Material: Limited-run wax-finished full-grain hide (Italy).
• Architecture: Precision dual-slip bi-fold configuration.
• Build: High-tension saddle-stitching with hand-burnished edges.
• Origin: Designed and produced in-house at the 4Button Atelier.
Status:
Website currently under construction.
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From canvas to craftsmanship - every mark, every scar, brought to life through patience and hand.
What was once flesh becomes form.
What was forgotten finds its purpose.

Resurrection by hand. 🫀
4Button Leather Ltd.

From canvas to craftsmanship - every mark, every smudge, every brand and scar, brought to life by hand. Taken from a state of decay and given new life.

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Didn't expect much-just a test run on some OAO natural veg-tan. But it surprised me.
Clean emboss, sharp edges, and already showing signs of a beautiful patina. Very not bad for a test piece
Big thanks to OA Leather Supply for putting out quality. This one might earn a place in the next set.

🫀The feel, the wear, the patina… I’m quite the fan of . Here I attempt to showcase the ‘Black Ghost’ Prato and Paglia in the Dual Slip.

I hate/love things that are easy to do, impossible to do well... yet everyone else seems to do well... that being said.... F%ck product photography... I'll keep trying... 🫀

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.