Belonge started in an Ahmedabad changing room, with a pair of tights that went sheer at the bottom of a squat and a woman who decided she was done being let down by her own kit.
We spent the next two years doing the unglamorous part: knitting, wearing, washing and rejecting. Forty-one fabric trials before one held its colour, its opacity and its shape through everything we threw at it. That knit — a 240 GSM four-way-stretch Hydro-Wick nylon — is the reason the brand exists, and it is still the only one we use for tights.
Everything else follows from it. A waistband that is bonded rather than elasticated, so it holds through a hinge instead of rolling. A gusset cut in one piece, so there is no seam where you sit. Depth-tested opacity on every colour, not just the black. Sizes graded on real women in Ahmedabad, Mumbai and Bengaluru rather than scaled up from a sample size six.
We are a small team and we make in India, forty minutes from where we work, in a unit we walk into unannounced. That closeness is the quality control. It is also why we can promise a free exchange in seven days without flinching — we know exactly what left the building.