Vinicius Vencci

When I left behind a decade-long career and stepped onto American soil, I wasn’t just migrating to another place—I was migrating toward a question:
Who am I meant to become?

To answer that, I had to go backwards.

I went back to the sound of my grandfather’s hands guiding fabric under the weight of a manual sewing machine—its rhythm steady, patient, almost sacred. He had a way of stitching that felt like storytelling: simple, humble, yet deeply intentional. You could sit next to him and forget the world outside; that old-fashioned authenticity wrapped the room like a warm, familiar scent.

Then I went back to my mother—
45 years of mastery, precision, and devotion.
She was the first person I ever watched create from nothing.
With a pencil, a ruler, and scissors, she transformed cloth into meaning.
A child’s dress. A man’s tailored trousers. A wedding gown.
Every piece was a demonstration of discipline, intuition, and love for the craft.

That legacy was never just beautiful—it was defining.
It was impossible to ignore.

So when I found myself starting over in the United States—with no formal fashion training, no network, no safety net—I realized something powerful:

My design education had already begun long before I knew it.
It lived in my DNA.

Becoming a self-taught designer wasn’t rebellion—it was a return.
A return to my origins.
A return to my family’s hands, their stories, their devotion.
A return to the seed they planted in me long before I understood its name.

Vencci is built on that seed.

It is the intersection of memory and modernity—
where old-world craft meets contemporary emotion,
where nostalgia meets progression,
where the seam becomes a narrative and the garment becomes a reflection of identity.

Every piece is shaped by this inheritance:
the classic, the imperfect, the handmade, the sentimental, the bold.
The good ideas and the bad ones—because they both come from a place of truth.

Vencci is not just a brand.
It is a living archive of generational skill, migration, reinvention, and the freedom to design a new life.
It is a house created from the hands that came before me and from the hands I am still becoming.

This is what we pour into every creation.
And this is the world we invite you to be part of.

— By Vinicius Vencci