Vault Street is where streetwear dreams stay locked tight, in a vault built for the bold. Sealed with intent, cracked open only when it’s time to shift the scene.
We don’t just follow the street, we define it.

The pulse, the pace, the pressure. Fast minds. Sharp fits. Heavy impact. This is fashion forged in motion, created for those who don’t ask, don’t wait, and never blend in. Every drop is a code. Only the real ones unlock it.

And when that vault cracks— it doesn’t open to just one world. It bleeds every universe at once. Anime visions with blades drawn under neon skies. Series that live and breathe through cult dialogues. Music that rumbles like underground thunder, bass-heavy and soul-shaking. Comics, games, myths, legends— every culture, every cosmos, every obsession under the galaxy, pulled into threads, stitched into armor.

Because this isn’t just a fit— it’s your skin in a louder shade. Crafted for those who walk with fire, wear confidence like armor, and carry the street wherever they go.

Vault Street is where rarity meets reality. Where style is kept sacred, and every piece is built to break silence. Every genre. Every universe. Every drop—reborn in fabric, waiting for the ones who dare to wear it.

Keep it rare. Keep it real. Next drop this way.

On one side stands Supratim Saha—a strategist wired to see patterns where others see noise. His craft lies in building engines of momentum, turning raw ambition into systems that sprint without stumbling. To him, structure isn’t a cage—it’s the launchpad. In a world where the street never slows, he’s the one who knows how to keep pace without losing precision.

On the other side moves Sayani Batabyal—a storyteller who breathes in culture and exhales identity. A decade in branding has honed her ability to trap lightning in a bottle, shaping raw energy into voices, visions, and visuals that linger long after the first glance. For her, design isn’t just what you wear—it’s the story you carry.

Together, they are fire and framework, pulse and precision. From their collision came Vault Street—not just a label, but a vault of vision, sealed for those who crave rarity and cracked open only to release the next shift in style.