Whatever our souls are made of,
his and mine are the same
EMILY BRONTË · WUTHERING HEIGHTS, 1847
CHAPTER FOUR · THE GOTHIC TALES
The story on the leather.
Emily Brontë’s only novel is about a love that outlasts the weather, the years, and everyone who stood in its way.
We drew the moor the way it lives in memory: two figures reaching across a windswept landscape. Then we gave it a second life in leather, engraved by hand and appliquéd patch by patch.