Eight months pregnant, I still went to play tennis.
As long as my body allowed, I didn't want to disappear.
Because the woman on the court — she is also me.
Ice skating, horse riding, climbing, inline skating — all of these I put on the "after the baby" list.
But tennis I didn't write down.
The woman I am on the court — I wasn't willing to let her disappear.
8 months pregnant · still on court
Off the court, my life had many places to be — work, friends, motherhood, myself.
But I kept switching bags between two worlds, switching identities — as if the woman on the court and the woman off it were two different people.
"Why do I need to change bags after tennis just to go to work?"
"Why does a racket bag have to look like a racket bag?"
The woman on the court and the woman off it have always been the same person.
She shouldn't need to change bags to change scenes.
CORTIVO is my answer.
And an answer for every woman who refuses to be defined by the frame.
For the woman who refuses
to be defined.
For the woman who refuses to be defined.
This is not a better racket bag.
This is a luxury bag that happens to carry your racket.
Not a better racket bag. A luxury bag that happens to carry your racket.
CORTIVO — the name comes from the court, cort, carried with the quiet confidence of Italian craft, ivo.
The woman on the court and the woman off it
have always been the same person.
This is CORTIVO.Reserve Your Bag
Welcome to join my dream — Chloe