The three-storey Canturi atelier in Sydney has the anonymity and promise of a Swiss clinic. Outside, there’s just a buzzer, no signage. Inside, it’s white, ordered and hums with the creative energy of artisans who have rare skill sets and more tools than a suburban Bunnings.
The styling is mechanical chic: racks of pliers with primary-colour handles, soft-bristled paint brushes to clean up gold dust, polishing discs, and sheets of emery that run the gamut of grit grades.
There’s an imposing 3D printer that magics up wax prototypes of works in progress, and a 1960s
