My dad learned the craft in a small Italian workshop. By the time he was 30, he could cut a hide blindfolded. In 1996, he opened Bellatorri—a promise to make bags the way the old masters did.
I grew up playing with leather scraps on the workshop floor. Now I work beside him every day. He still cuts every piece of leather himself. I handle the stitching. Nothing leaves until we're both satisfied.
My dad learned the craft in a small Italian workshop. By the time he was 30, he could cut a hide blindfolded. In 1996, he opened Bellatorri—a promise to make bags the way the old masters did.
I grew up playing with leather scraps on the workshop floor. Now I work beside him every day. He still cuts every piece of leather himself. I handle the stitching. Nothing leaves until we're both satisfied.