Collezione SS26
Meraviglia
A Masterpiece Born from the Hands of Mastery
by Luca Bellini
Only the names of those who truly understand our passion, our timeless narrative, and the unwavering principles we pursue will be inscribed in the Hall of Gratitude, to endure through the centuries.Meraviglia is Viett’s inaugural collection — its firstborn. The spark that ignited a movement and paved the way for the brand’s international rise, rooted in prestige and unshakable values.Unveiled in the cradle of aristocratic splendor, the majestic Lake Como, during the eponymous exclusive event, Meraviglia embodies a rare harmony: the enduring heritage of royal attire and the liberated spirit of contemporary eleganceA creation by renowned Italian master tailor Luca Bellini, it is a reflection of ideals, a silent rebellion against transience, an invitation into a realm where eternity takes form and prestige finds its voice.
Luca Bellini, master tailor, weaves the Rinascimento at the Viett studio in Tuscany — The echelon of prestige.
Rinascimento SS26
In a time when everything demands to be explained,
I chose to withdraw.To listen to how space expands
when you no longer feel the need to fill it.
To understand where form ends, and presence begins.I did not design a T-shirt.
I gave it silence, so it could exist.The fabric?
Three origins. Three ancestries. One voice.Cotton from Tuscany, where the soil still holds the warmth of human hands.
Cotton from the banks of the Nile, where each fiber carries memory.
And cotton from Sudan, where land is not harvested by machines, but by reverence.I did not bring them together to impress.
I brought them together to fall silent.This shirt does not ask to be seen.
It does not seek your approval.
It simply is.This shirt did not begin with a sketch.
It began with a question: What remains when all else falls away?
Luca Bellini, master tailor, weaves the Rinascimento at the Viett studio in Tuscany — The Hands That Remember.
Carezza SS26
Everything began with a hand.
A hand that passed over cotton in search of the pulse of something that did not yet exist.
In the moment when a line ceased to be a direction and became a statement.
In the moment when cotton began to speak.Carezza, A Caress,
Hands caress,
Words caress,
And cotton caresses.A bucket hat crafted in homage to one of the earliest Viett retro editions.
In honour of the time that has passed, and the time that lies ahead.Carezza is the prelude to a new chapter.
Veliero SS26
Not everyone is born for the mainland.
There are those whose thoughts breathe in the rhythm of the tide,
whose eyes are trained to seek the horizon.
Their minds rustle like sails, their silence carries the scent of salt.
They are called seafarers, but it is not they who sail.
It is the sea that sails within them.Veliero — The Sailing Vessel — was created for such souls.
For those who know that the horizon belongs to all of us.
For those who leave no trace in the sand, but in memory.In every detail of this edition, the poetry of the sea resounds:
in the silhouette that evokes a sail drawn taut by the wind,
in textures that carry the memory of salt, sun, and time.
The fabric was not chosen, it was found.
The form was not defined, it was revealed.
Regalia SS26
My name is Luca Bellini. And before I tell you what I have created, allow me to tell you why.In 1888, my grandfather, Giancomo Bellini, left the port of Genoa. He did not set out in search of wealth, but of dignity. The royal houses of Europe were his stations, but he did not travel as a tailor. He traveled as an observer of silence. He watched how authority reflects in posture. How honour is not worn on the shoulders, but in the way one enters a room.Years later, I found his notes. Silent witnesses of that journey.This edition is my tribute to him. And to them.I was not trying to reconstruct what he saw. I was trying to find what he felt.That is why I did not search for fabric, I waited for it to find me.
That is why I did not cut by trend, but by memory.I do not like to speak of lines, nor of silhouette. You will feel it yourself, the moment you put it on.
This is not material, this is the measure of someone’s silence.There is nothing in this piece that wants to convince you.
It simply exists. And waits to be recognised.If it finds you, it already owned you. I merely stitched it.
Brumassio SS26
This edition emerged in Puglia, along the shore of Baia dei Turchi.That morning, I stood alone, barefoot in stillness, watching the tide bend and return, like breath, like recollection, like time unwilling to be possessed.
There, in that place, the Mediterranean feels ancestral, and the light is always near, yet forever elusive.
I stood with no paper, no drafts, no intention.And for the first time, I understood: inspiration does not arrive when summoned, it reveals itself when you relinquish control.A wave approached, not to strike, but to remind.
Of something more enduring than aesthetics.
More profound than construction.
More sovereign than presence.They call it bruma, a wave with no aspiration, no announcement, no desire to remain.
It arrives, and in that quiet arrival, it teaches everything.That is why this edition bears the name Brumassio.It was not conceived. It was received.
The fabric was not selected, it manifested when I fell silent.
The form was not engineered, it was intuited.I resist defining what this is.
Because it was never meant to be articulated.
It was meant to be recognized.You will not grasp it by observing.
This is not a piece designed to be seen.
It is meant to occur, when the gaze falls away.
