A classic binding is one that follows patterns of construction and decoration framed within the tradition inherited from our ancestors.

These books aspire to respect the work through mimesis. Whether it is a restoration of the original cover or a reinterpretation of a modern edition, the classic binding embraces the design without any ups and downs. Discreetly, solemnly.

Words must be kept as treasure. Treasure that safeguards and testifies what we were, so that we will never forget it. And although memory leads to eclectic paths and is contradictory to history; they will remain alive for everyone to decipher. And we, bookbinders, will contribute something to this hieroglyphic: sometimes they will be lights with more precise styles. Others: contradictions, confusions, incongruities. Ghosts of false reasons. But the book as a whole will be a precious piece, kneeling before the critical thought
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Classic binding avoids pretentiousness (although it loves gold leaf); it believes itself to be discreet (even if it goes for the most rococo irons); it is rigorous (even if it turns books into catalogs of Art-Nouveau motifs).

The classic binding is that piece that beats in the home of every bibliophile. As a unique testimony, as an unquestionable, irreproachable, indispensable relic. The classic binding is the motif of all my father’s work, it is the genome from which we start, the raison d’être of the book, our highest aspiration.