The Vice collection redefines elegance with a whisper of rebellion.

When desire whispers, design begins to breathe. Across centuries, interior aesthetics have danced between restraint and indulgence—from the ornate excesses of the Victorian era to the sterile calm of minimalism. But what if true sophistication lies not in choosing sides, but in embracing the tension between them? Enter Vice: a furniture collection that doesn’t break the rules—it rewires them. Here, a velvet sofa’s deep folds echo midnight confessions; a brushed metal frame glints like an unspoken vow in dim light. This is not chaos disguised as style. It is luxury reimagined—where elegance dares to be slightly, deliciously out of line.

Materials with a Memory

Aged brass, wine-red silk lining, and textured stone reveal stories only time can tell.

Vice doesn’t believe in flawless finishes. Instead, it celebrates materials with history—the kind that suggest a past both polished and passionate. Run your fingers over a matte leather armrest, its edge subtly lifted as though recently freed from a tailored cuff. Gaze into the warped reflection of a mirror-finish copper lamp, distorting reality just enough to intrigue. Each piece features deliberately aged brass hardware, black basalt tabletops with faint surface scars, and storage compartments lined in crushed silk the color of spilled burgundy. These aren’t flaws—they’re heirlooms in the making, trophies from nights that blurred the line between decorum and daring.

The Poetry of Hidden Functionality

At first glance, a Vice side table appears serene—until you realize its drawer unlocks only with a magnetic key card, slipped discreetly into your pocket. The dining table, sculpted from a single slab of dark marble, conceals a retractable tray for crystal decanters, deployed via a pressure-sensitive panel hidden within an ornate leg carving. Nothing here is merely functional. Storage becomes sanctuary for secrets. Light intensity shifts not by remote, but in response to mood—soft amber for solitude, cool gold for company. Even the curvature of a lounge chair cradles the spine at the precise angle between surrender and vigilance. Utility, yes—but laced with psychological nuance, inviting interaction that feels almost intimate.

A Palette That Seduces the Senses

Gone are the days of soulless monochrome palettes. Vice introduces Midnight Rouge—a deep, pulsing hue born from the fusion of royal violet and aged Burgundy, its surface treated with micro-pearl pigment that shimmers with an almost carnal warmth under shifting light. Walls dressed in this tone don’t just complement the furniture—they participate in the atmosphere, glowing like embers in twilight. Accents in Forbidden Olive, a green pulled from the skin of unripened fruit, appear sparingly: on piping along cushion edges, or framing the reverse side of artwork. It’s a color that provokes without offending, a wink across the room in an otherwise dignified space.

Designed for the清醒的沉沦者

Vice isn’t for those who wear wealth like armor. It speaks to the quietly rebellious—the executive who edits contracts at 2 a.m. but insists on sipping espresso from hand-glazed porcelain. The architect who wears a bespoke suit but lets the frayed edge of a vintage cashmere sweater peek through the sleeve. These are individuals who thrive on control, yet crave a sanctioned space for deviation. Vice offers that threshold—a place where discipline and desire coexist, not in conflict, but in elegant collusion. This is luxury not as escape, but as permission: to feel deeply, even while fully dressed.

Furniture That Ages Like a Good Story

Most high-end furnishings demand preservation—sealed surfaces, coasters, meticulous care. Vice invites the opposite. That marble coffee table? Its circular marks won’t be erased. They’ll be earned: from the ring left by a reconciliation glass of Malbec, or the ghost of a mug placed during a breakthrough idea at dawn. The collection is designed with “patina intentionality”—knowing that scratches, fading, and subtle warping will deepen its character. Your life doesn’t ruin Vice; it completes it. The more lived-in it becomes, the more authentically luxurious it feels.

The New Luxury: A Calculated Risk

In an age where smart homes anticipate our needs before we speak, Vice dares to disrupt. A cabinet requires two hands to open—one to lift, one to steady—forcing presence, not convenience. A floor lamp balances on a single slender foot, demanding careful placement. These are not oversights, but provocations. In a world obsessed with frictionless living, Vice reintroduces gentle resistance—a reminder that attention is its own form of reverence. Because when everything is effortless, nothing feels earned. And when pleasure comes too easily, is it really pleasure at all?

Vice doesn’t shout. It leans in close. It’s for those who know that the most powerful statements are made in whispers, and the deepest luxury is found not in perfection—but in the beautiful, dangerous space just beyond it.