We began as artists before we ever touched fashion.

Form came first, through hands shaping clay, lines drawn in notebooks, images framed through a lens, stories composed in silence. Creation was never singular. It moved between disciplines, places, and ways of seeing, guided by craft, patience, and an early respect for making things properly.

New York shaped our foundation.
A city of tension, contrast, and relentless motion.

Growing up between the pulse of early 2000s Harlem and the energy of 125th Street, we absorbed culture in real time. Music spilling onto sidewalks, style as language, confidence worn without explanation.
It taught us precision. It demanded clarity.

Paris refined our discipline.
 There, form was studied, proportion interrogated, and craft treated as law.
We learned restraint,
not as limitation, but as control.

Beyond it, other worlds left their mark, light and shadow on open land, rhythm in unfamiliar streets, patience learned through observation, depth found in listening. Each place added weight. Each experience refined restraint.

Fashion became the language that could hold it all.

Horoche is built on accumulation, not trend, not impulse, but years of looking closely.
Of understanding how culture, movement, and identity shape the body and how craftsmanship gives that
expression permanence.

This is not autobiography. It is the shared instinct of a house shaped by art, discipline,
and exacting standards.

We design from memory.
We cut with intention.
We craft with care.

We create for those who carry culture with them…quietly, unmistakably.