There is a certain pleasure in a black wallet so flat it changes where you can put one. This Bearn in 89 Noir rides in the inside breast pocket of a jacket I used to consider pocket-less, and in the narrow slot of a bag I had written off. Rigid, quiet and about four millimetres thick when closed, it has become my evening wallet — dinner, theatre, the kind of night you carry little and want nothing to bulge.
The mechanics are simple once you know them: the flap folds over, the strap slides under its keeper, and the gold finish is the single glint on the whole piece. Capacity is honest rather than generous — I keep two cards and a folded note, sometimes a third card for the morning after. Everything sits in line rather than stacked, which is the point of the slim cut.
Epsom makes the shape possible. It goes through a hot pressing that flattens the grain into a dense, dry, cross-hatched surface, so something this thin stays stiff and square instead of curling at the edges after a week in a pocket. Black Epsom also refuses to go grey — mine has kept its depth, and rain beads off the flap rather than darkening it.
The one limit: this leather does not forgive overstuffing, and a rigid flap line is less pleasant to open with one hand than a soft one. Used for the evenings it was cut for, it has been a pleasure.

















































