Colours have a way of arriving with the wrong name. Too literal. Too decorative. Too eager to explain themselves.
When we renamed the RIB collection, we went back to the source. Not to the colour wheel, but to the materials that carry these tones in the world. Cracked earth baked dry. A graphite seam running through rock. Sage growing low and slow. Stone split clean along its grain.
Clay. Sage. Graphite. Slate.
Four names that don’t describe the colour so much as locate it. Each one points to a place, a texture, a weight. That felt more honest than a shade code or a mood word ever could.
The objects haven’t changed. They’re the same quiet forms, designed to disappear into your space rather than compete with it. But now they have names that sit the same way they do. Still. Grounded. Already belonging.