AN SGÒTH
THE CLOUD

There's a sky you only get in Scotland. Blue one minute, cloud rolling in the next, sometimes both at once. 

An Sgòth takes its name and its colour from that sky. Blue and white, woven through the tartan, because that's the palette the land gave us long before we picked up a loom.

Look at the jacket and you'll our flag. Four zips, placed on purpose, tracing the shape of the Scottish Saltire. It's heritage stitched in.

The jacket is built rough round the edges on purpose. Seams left where you can see them. Nothing about it pretends to be perfect, because nothing about this country ever has been. The hills aren't smooth, the weather never behaves, and the history's got more knots in it than most people admit.

This is the piece that set out to define who we are. Our roots, our flag, our name, all of it built into one jacket before anything else in the collection existed. It's patriotism without needing to say the word.

An Sgòth opens the collection. Everything after it gets built the same meaning.