Even though I always loved Paris, fell in love and now have love of my life there, I feel more native to Allouville-Bellefosse, a small village in Normandy. Here I met people who influenced me more than anyone in the world. As children we would often leave Paris with its joie de vivre behind and took a train from Saint-Lazare to the misty Normandy. The picture of a bustling modern town changed to peacefulness of a provincial life. And there lived an old-as-the-time man called Arthur, a book restorer. His study was full of big and small tomes with smoky and almost black covers which must have remembered Voltaire himself. Oh, how much did I long for my visits to old Arthur!

He had a unique manner of treating books – and this special respect for things and details I must have learned from him partly – old folios seemed alive in his hands. At these moments he looked like a puppetteer, in whose hands a soulless puppet acquired a character, a unique manner of movement and rhythm; and as soon as he put a book to the shelf again, it would turn back into a lifeless piece of stone. He was a magician to me, this as old as the time watery-eyed man Arthur, a big fan of Camembert cheese and strong apple cider-brandy.

The only point of interest of this small village of Allouville-Bellefosse was an ancient chapel in its center.

The only point of interest in of this small village of Allouville-Bellefosse was an ancient chapel in the village center. It was built inside the trunk of an ancient oak tree. The tree still stands in the center of the village today. It is known for a fact that it is more than a thousand year old. Later, when I studied at a medical university, falling into the history of its development from antiquity through the European Middle Ages, all scientific breakthroughs, all creative unrest and all historical collisions woven into a powerful turbulent and disturbing flow, passed before my eyes against the background of oak chapel, a real living witness of those times. That is why, when I had the idea of designing fashion accessories under my own brand, I chose the acorn from this oak tree for a symbol, a formula of this ancient creation, incorporating the entire history of of such a special and beloved France.

I chose the acorn from this oak tree for a symbol

The Normans are a special people. They combine temper and dignity, good taste and attention to detail. You’ll never meet a true Norman wearing dirty shoes. They are very thorough in calculations, but not nit-picky. The Normans are committed and consistent. The only thing you can reproach them about is being too serious about themselves. Well, probably that’s the essence of my Michel Kataná™ brand.


BRAND IDEOLOGY is centered around accessories as style-shaping elements. Accessories are no longer complementary to fashion; today they are the first violin in a person’s image. By grouping and changing accessories, one can change the image in general. There are no trifles in this world. There are details… Beautiful details…


The brand cooperates with dynamic designers all over the world (France, Romania, Italy, Brazil, Mexico, the UK, Holland) and Michel Kataná remains the main inspirer of the collection, that is why the customer of this brand Michel Kataná™ becomes the buyer of a real uniquely designed thing.


Today Michel Kataná™ brand has completely abandoned its own production, instead focusing on creating the collection and dealing with communication components of the brand. Production is distributed between various factories in Europe (France, Italy, Hungary). All products produced under Michel Kataná™ brand passes strict quality control by the company’s brand specialists. All stamps and casts developed for the production process are destroyed after producing a batch of products.