It starts with raw pigment.
Soft clay. Zinc grey. Bone white. Mineral colour, measured by eye and by memory.

Soft clay. Zinc grey. Bone white. Mineral colour, measured by eye and by memory.
No machine decides where the colour settles. A craftsman does, one pour at a time.
Two hundred tonnes of pressure. One pair of hands to guide it.
Weeks of patience, then the surface is honed until the cement begins to shine.
Same pattern. Same mold. A different story in every single tile.
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Mineral colour is weighed and mixed by hand, batch by batch.
Brass dividers are set into the mold to hold each pattern line.
Coloured cement is ladled into each cell, one shade at a time.
A coarse mortar is added to give the tile its body and strength.
200 tonnes of pressure bond the layers into a single slab.
Tiles rest and cure slowly for up to four weeks.
The surface is ground back until the pattern reveals itself.
Every tile is checked by eye. None is ever quite the same.
Hold a finished tile to the light and the surface changes with the angle. That is the cement, not a print.
A floor you can read like a memory.— Architectural Digest
One tile, poured by hand and posted to your door. Hold the weight of eighty-five years.