It’s just right after sunset in San Miguel de Allende, and a delightful desert chill is already descending on the colorful cobbled town. Listed here, in the heart of Mexico’s central highlands, I’ve arrived at the property studio of the Sonora-born hat designer Alejandra “Suki” Armendariz. Following sharing cocktails across the avenue at the rooftop bar, Bekeb—helmed by her associate, the famed mixologist Fabiola Padilla—my mates and I stumbled our way uphill to her workshop, only a several blocks absent. Winded, we passed via a thick picket door of an unassuming façade to get there at the studio, a subterranean home lined with perfectly-worn cowboy saddles, geometric-patterned flannel tops, and antique silver and turquoise steel belts. Norteño music blasts from the speaker as Armendariz grabs beers from the fridge. She pops the cap off a bottle with her dusty leather-based boots and arms it to me a smile sweeps her experience at her trick as congratulatory applause ricochets throughout the space.

Inside the Palomina retailer and atelier. 

Image: Hugo Feregrino

In amongst sips of my beer, Armendariz tells me how she introduced her property studio 4 months in the past as a pathway for visitors to San Miguel de Allende to find out about the region’s regular cowboy tradition and customs. Clad in an all-black sombrero of her design and jet-black trousers held in spot with a thick leather-based belt with a gold buckle, Armendariz explains how she prefers to benefit from one of 3 materials to generate her hats: Bolivian wool, Mexican rabbit fur, and Mexican palm leaves. Throughout bespoke experiences not way too dissimilar from the one my close friends and I are now having fun with, she even guides guests as a result of the generation of their possess hat, with the possibility to have a far more interactive knowledge by shaping and steaming the brim them selves.

Nowadays I’ve picked a milky gray foundation, verging on pink when the light hits it just correct, ringed by an alabaster leather-based rope. As I sift as a result of a box of gold and silver buttons to locate the fantastic adornment for my piece, Armendariz reaches below her workshop desk for a box of feathers. There are dozens of options. I gravitate to a 3-pronged piece with brown, white, and black plumages to solidify my minimalist glance. As Armendariz can make the final changes to my hat by hammering in a collection of metallic buttons—and my pals solidify their types while getting distracted by the vintage tops and belts that line the wall—I just can’t assistance but smile at the harmony of the night. Fully unplanned, solely impromptu, I know no other country and tradition where by an artist like Armendariz would so freely open up their studio for a spur-of-the-minute style and design party. It’s celebratory and even a minimal chaotic it is also excellent.