The quiet authority of graphite gunmetal, softened by tortoiseshell arms that suggest a touch of the unexpected. This is the aviator that doesn’t shout—because it doesn’t have to.
The squared edges give it purpose; the tortoiseshell, character. Less Riviera, more rain-slicked tarmac. The kind of frame you wear when the plan is already in motion.
The quiet authority of graphite gunmetal, softened by tortoiseshell arms that suggest a touch of the unexpected. This is the aviator that doesn’t shout—because it doesn’t have to.
The squared edges give it purpose; the tortoiseshell, character. Less Riviera, more rain-slicked tarmac. The kind of frame you wear when the plan is already in motion.
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