The Vice Collection redefines urban sophistication with architectural lines and luxurious contrasts.

In the hush between dawn’s first light and the city’s electric awakening—where marble lobbies meet neon-lit alleys—a new kind of elegance is emerging. It doesn’t whisper. It glances over its shoulder with intent. This is the world of the Vice Collection: not for those who choose between power and poetry, but for those who demand both. For the professional who walks into a boardroom at 9 a.m. and leaves a rooftop bar at 2 a.m., style isn’t about compromise—it’s a declaration.

The Silhouette That Speaks Before You Do

Every line in the Vice Collection is a sentence in a language of quiet rebellion. Asymmetrical lapels tilt like a raised eyebrow—sharp enough to command attention, restrained enough to never cross into chaos. The waist is sculpted with precision, not constricted; a nod to control amidst fluid motion. And then there’s the shoulder—the subtle reveal of structured architecture beneath fabric, as if the garment itself remembers what armor feels like. These aren’t trends borrowed from streetwear or classic tailoring. They’re mutations of both, evolved for someone who knows when to follow rules—and when to rewrite them.

Detail shot revealing the interplay of matte leather, metallic thread, and liquid satin—luxury with an edge.

Fabrics With a Double Life

Luxury has long been associated with softness, with indulgence—but what if it could also provoke? The Vice Collection dares to ask that question. Imagine silk so fluid it seems to move on its own, catching the light like spilled mercury. Now pair it with cold, brushed metal zippers that look like they were salvaged from a forgotten machine. Picture buttery lambskin in matte black, encasing hardware that gleams like forbidden treasure. This is “guilty luxury”—a tactile contradiction where sensuality meets severity. Touch it, and you’ll feel the tension: one hand strokes velvet calm, the other grazes steel resolve.

A Palette Born From Shadows and Desire

Gone are the days when authority wore navy and ambition dressed in gray. The Vice Collection introduces a chromatic revolution: deep violet fog, oxidized rust red, forest green so dark it borders on sin, and midnight gold that doesn’t shout wealth—it implies it. These colors don’t blend into the background; they alter the atmosphere around them. Psychologically, they hover between invitation and warning. Wearing them isn’t about standing out—it’s about shifting the energy in the room before you speak a word.

One Wardrobe, Three Lives

Morning: A sharp blazer from the collection, cut with a single off-center button, transforms a white shirt into something dangerously polished. Afternoon: That same blazer drapes effortlessly over a slip dress at an art gallery opening, where conversation turns to abstraction and desire. Night: Paired with high-shine trousers and no apologies, it becomes armor for the unscripted moments—the late-night walk through rain-slicked streets, the impromptu jazz club where rules dissolve with each note. The Vice Collection doesn’t adapt to your life. It amplifies it.

From the Designer’s Notebook

*I was caught in a downpour near Place des Vosges. My coat soaked through, but I kept walking. There was a woman in a doorway, smoking, wearing a dress that looked both ruined and regal. That moment—ruin and radiance—stayed with me.*

*Then, I rewatched ‘All About Eve.’ Not Mankiewicz’s script, but Betty Davis’s eyes. The way she stared—not angry, not sad, but fully aware of her own power, even when cornered. That gaze became a lapel, a stance, a hemline.*

*And once, in an abandoned factory outside Berlin, I saw a rose growing through cracked concrete. Delicate, defiant. That’s when I knew: elegance isn’t about perfection. It’s about surviving beautifully.*

The Ritual of Rebellion

You don’t need a closet full of Vice to change your narrative. One piece is enough. Try the patent trench over a crisp cotton shirt on your commute—let the glossy exterior reflect the city’s pulse while you remain untouchable. Or take a minimalist black dress and slice through its serenity with a crystal-studded belt from the collection. Let the contrast do the talking. These aren’t fashion hacks. They’re small acts of autonomy, wearable insurrections against the mundane.

When Excess Becomes the New Refinement

“Bad taste,” once a cardinal sin, is being rewritten by a generation that values authenticity over approval. As fashion critic Olivia Hart once wrote, *“The most refined gesture today is the one that risks being misunderstood.”* The Vice Collection leans into this shift. The exaggerated hardware, the clash of textures, the colors that refuse neutrality—they’re not loud for loud’s sake. They’re precise. Calculated. A new grammar of taste where boldness isn’t vulgarity, but vision.

For Those Who Speak in Glances

Wear Vice not to be seen by everyone—but to be recognized by the few. The ones who catch the glint of your cuff in low light and know it’s intentional. Who notice the asymmetry in your collar and smile, because they wear theirs the same way. True bold elegance isn’t about conquest. It’s about communion. It’s the silent signal that says: *I am here. Unedited. Unapologetic. And I see you too.*

The Vice Collection isn’t just clothing. It’s code. And now, it’s yours to break—or to master.