In 1985, you had to take a 1930s-era train to travel to central Mongolia. As I rode on that cold train in January, I had a unique view of the region, the land of the goat herds that would become the very life of our company which celebrates its 30th anniversary today.
About 40 hours north of the Great Wall of China, I caught a glimpse of the first snowfall. I began to wonder if I was mistaken about the information I had: the region looked too cold, harsh, dismal and eerie. In short, the opposite of where you would want to live.
Yes, my project scared me, but I also believed in this adventure and nothing could stop me.
That is when I met a man in the steppes who trusted me enough to help me offer genuine cashmere to France.
30 years after founding the Maison Bompard, it has become an example of a different way of gathering and distributing the exceptional material throughout France and Europe. Later, competition came along but did not disturb our development.
Store after store, fibre after fibre, stitch after stitch, colour after colour, collection after collection, and in fact, year after year, I had stepped off of my train from the past to build the Maison Bompard as it is today.
I could write dozens of pages to tell the story that could be called :
My trail to cashmere, the beautiful stranger.