Del Toro is the luxury lifestyle brand based out of Miami, Florida that we at Wanderset feel you need to discover. It’s not that they’re making everything from luxe slippers with skulls and crossbones, to red quilted high tops – it’s that it all works. It’s not a reach, or far fetched, and it doesn’t come across as a “do too much to be niche” rookie brand.
Del Toro is not still feeling itself out, it knows who it is, and it’s unapologetically sarcastic, and sartorial. The brand’s character is equally European luxury, South Beach party posh, New England Ivy League, and NYLONKONG street rebellious.
At the same damn time.
Originally a men’s brand, Del Toro now produces shoes and accessories for both men and women. Del Toro was founded in 2005 and originally sought to fill a void in the marketplace for affordable customized velvet slippers.
Through this success, the collection evolved to include new styles such as wingtips, chukkas, sneakers, drivers and espadrilles. Del Toro prides itself on offering a fresh take on classic footwear silhouettes. All products are hand made on the Adriatic Coast of Italy, and are constructed of the finest Nappa leathers, suede, and velvets. Del Toro’s owner, Andrew Forbes, insists that his designs cater to “grown up sneaker heads.” He infuses his own personal style into every detail of his designs, which is evident in the unique details and compelling color combinations found throughout the collections.
Inspiration for the brand is drawn from a combination of original founder’s Matthew Chevilard’s Italian heritage, a Palm Beach prep aesthetic from his childhood, and edgy New York and Japanese street style. Del Toro offers an array of products for people who are seeking refined contemporary footwear and accessories.
They’re the shoes Dos XX beer’s brand character “The Most Interesting Man In The World” – would wear to a yacht party. If the late Hugh Hefner was a street wear hype beast, standing in line at Supreme on Fairfax in L.A, he’d rock DTs. When Mark Ronson decides to just extend his pastel-deco weekend stay at The Clevelander, he puts around the carpet in these, waiting for the concierge to answer, readying any other cited excuse for yet another 24 hours in the penthouse but “hungover”. Perhaps “over worked” suffices. It’s not like work excludes partying in that realm, so to speak.
Del Toro continues to grow and expand its offerings while maintaining the quality and aesthetics of handmade Italian products. They even offer fans of the brand a chance to hang with NBA stars and rock stars alike at their pop ups.
See, Del Toro is the hyper intelligent rebel. The Sebastian Valmount, The autodidact that understands how to move lean off the dark web, and the works of James Joyce fluidly. Del Toro does moon rocks on a Monday because Del Toro can, and hits a stupid obscure jazz club where the Whiskey is still served with opium, and trumpets have muzzles that wahhhhh them to 3/4 time and the drummers back beat. Del Toro can get tapped for secret societies, but Del Toro would rather take a semester off to paint walls in the East Village with obscure Nephilim symbols, stoned as fuck on medical, and then hit the gallery showing at a run down brick factory in the one shitty section of Dumbo left. Del Toro is rocking the hotel bathrobe from last nights bash on 83rd and Amsterdam, and still talks shop with curator, who he totally knew was Schfrazzi, but didn’t wanna hassle him for Warhol stories. Besides, Del Toro has a factory of his own in south beach. Manhattan is so 1987.
Art is anything you can get away with, and anti-socialism and rebellion are traits of genius when the status quo doesn’t even get the luxury they applaud.