A Story Without End / The Designers Vault’ began as a quiet idea, almost fragile in its first form, yet carrying a conviction that art should not be consumed and discarded but held, preserved, and lived with. It was never meant to be a shop window or a showroom; it was conceived as a chamber for memory, a place where fashion and art could be treated as collectibles, objects of endurance rather than commodities of passing taste. From the beginning, the Vault was small in size but immense in spirit. It was a gallery, yes, but also a rhythm, a score of music, a continuum of voices. To enter it was to step into a space where every piece mattered, where every garment, every sketch, every fragment of creation carried its own gravity. The Vault was not finite, it was endless, a palette that refused to close, a composition that kept playing. Its founders saw the churn of fashion markets, the way trends rose and fell like tides and they resisted. They wanted a place where...
