BRAND STORY

I have always loved looking at hands—mine and those of others. Hands possess a unique beauty, elegance, tenderness and sensuality. A touch—it's an extraordinarily intimate process, an art we create daily: the art of love, work, inspiration, and creativity. For me, hands are one of the most sensual forms of expressing human essence.

I've jokingly thought many times: "It would be amazing if my professional life could somehow be connected with hands!" Little did I know then what path my words would actually carve out for me.

When I was a little girl, wandering the streets of Lviv, I would often stop at the window displays of old leather accessory shops. Gloves—colorful, bright, elegant, sophisticated—hypnotized me. I secretly promised myself: once I grow up and make my own money, I’ll certainly buy those beautiful colored gloves. Time passed; I became a schoolgirl, then a student, yet never dared to even try them on. In my mind, those gloves seemed too special, too beautiful—almost meant for someone else, greater or braver than me.

So gloves transformed into a symbol of hidden thoughts, desires, and hesitation. I’d recall the classic movies where women wore their gloves gracefully, enhancing their charm significantly. The scene where the heroine slowly removes her gloves to gently touch someone’s hands—one of cinema's most intimate and aesthetically pleasing gestures. Conversely, a defiant slap across the face with a glove, or a man putting gloves on for a duel—there was always something strong, deep, and meaningful hidden within them. Then everything changed; the world became different, and gloves quietly receded into the background.

I was saddened by that, and I regretted it. I wished to return their lost voice.

A few years ago, I dreamt vividly of gloves being created. Bright, bold, unique gloves, completely unlike classical ones. I woke up realizing this was exactly what I wanted most, the way I could truly express my vision. I was never really handy—I don't sew, I don't create things with my hands. Yet, my true strength lies in seeing things differently, in being inspired, leading, and carrying strong ideas. I realized I could unify other talented people, professional artisans, passionate partners, around this vision of mine.

Two months later, I left my job to wholly dedicate myself to this dream.

That's how KLATS was born.

I am neither a designer nor a seamstress. I am the heart, inspiration, the leader behind this entire process. KLATS, above all, is a team of creative people whose craftsmanship and expertise I deeply admire. Together we explore and rethink gloves—their shapes, textures, meanings, their new expressions.

What I do is much more than an accessory. KLATS is my way of restoring gloves to their forgotten significance, their sensuality, depth, and prominence. It's my attempt to make gloves an essential part of someone's image, a striking accent, a core of style—rather than just a minor unnoticed detail fading into the background.

We are not a mass-produced brand. Everything we create emerges in small batches, crafted with genuine care and love. We are only one year old—we learn constantly, we change, we grow—sincerely, organically, and wholeheartedly. We listen to each other, we draw inspiration, feeling as though our creative process is like water—not static, always flowing and endlessly evolving. For me, this is where the magic of KLATS emerges: in a flow of ideas, in combinations of talents, in ceaseless motion forward.

Because each touch we share is art.
Because gloves can and should matter.
Because KLATS is a story about the courage to be yourself. Even—and especially—in the details.

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