Rich in their own way.
It started with a word we wanted back.
Rich used to mean a number. We grew up around people who were rich in a different sense: the people at the table, the work they were proud of, the way they carried themselves through an ordinary Tuesday. Nobody in those rooms needed a logo to tell you who they were.
So we made the things we actually wear. A heavyweight tee. A hoodie you reach for before you’ve had coffee. Leggings that stay put. Three pieces in black, white and grey, cut boxy, built to last, for adults and for kids who copy everything the adults do.
Weight you can feel. Nothing you have to explain.
Dense pre-shrunk cotton jersey for the tees. Brushed cotton fleece for the hoodies. A cotton-spandex knit for the leggings that stays opaque in a squat. Double-stitched hems, a ribbed collar that doesn’t bacon, and a matte rubber patch stitched, not glued.
See the first dropMade with care by partners we know by name.
Our garments are made by people we have sat across a table from, in factories we have walked through. We pay for lab testing, we keep the paperwork, and we put our registered number on every care label. The kids’ pieces have no drawstrings, ever, and a permanent tracking label for traceability.
Everything ships from Washington State. We are a small team building this in the open, and we would rather tell you what we don’t know yet than pretend.
— Edward, for The Rich Club
For every age. For anyone who already knows what rich means.
The patch
Matte stone rubber, stitched not glued. It fades with the fabric, never off it.
The neck
Woven label, ribbed collar that holds. No scratch, no bacon.
The arrival
Folded, bagged, tagged. Opens like a gift because it is one.
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