Our Story

Olivier and Béatrice have always had a thing for old clothes.

Not fashion. Clothes. The kind that have already lived a life before you find them. Dead stock Levi's in a warehouse outside Lyon. Military surplus from the wrong decade. A denim jacket with someone else's name still on the label.

In the 1980s, they opened a small shop in the South of France selling exactly that. Vintage finds, deadstock workwear, things they loved that nobody else was selling. It was never meant to be a business. It was just what they were.

They closed the shop eventually. Too much headache, not enough of the thing that made it worth doing. They kept the obsession.

By 2005 the family had moved to Los Angeles with their son Teddy. The city suited them. The light, the space, the way people dressed like they had nowhere to be. They kept collecting. Kept finding things. Kept thinking about what those things could become.

In 2010, Dr. Collectors was born in their backyard.

Not a studio, not a warehouse. Their backyard. Garments soaking in dye under the California sun, draped over chairs and railings, fading unevenly, each one coming out different from the last. Béatrice watching the colors shift. Olivier cutting and reconstructing. Teddy wearing the first pieces before anyone else did, telling them which ones were right. The first pieces were scarves and bags, reworked from vintage material. The Japanese found them first, as they always do with things that are genuinely made. With the money from the scarves, they started the pants.

Fifteen years after that first backyard, the logic is still the same. Fabrics sourced from every corner of the world. Techniques borrowed from Army surplus, Japanese sashiko, French workwear, Navajo craft. Each piece garment-dyed by hand, each one marked by its own process. No two exactly alike. That is not a selling point. That is just what happens when you make things slowly and by hand.