iewed from the sky — notwithstanding the Marche region’s verdant, undulating patchwork terrain surrounding it — Santoni’s production facility, close to the rustic town of Corridonia, could easily be the H.Q. of a Silicon Valley megadisrupter. The commodities created within, though, are far more fundamental to human existence than the frippery of what flows between transistors and microprocessors. Here, in this sprawling, brilliant-white, three-storey edifice, footwear of unsurpassed quality and flair — shoes that are worthy of the most exclusive retail hotspots, from San Francisco to Sydney via Singapore, Milan, Paris, London and Dubai — are produced by a company that is not just a custodian of Made
