Qxyuf is a couture-house devoted to one mission: turning every entrance into a moment no one forgets. We design and craft contemporary evening gowns that fuse architectural precision with red-carpet emotion—so that when the doors open, the dress speaks before you do.

Our story

The name Qxyuf began as a private code between two Parsons-trained designers who refused to accept that “formal” had to mean “predictable.” Sketching on nightclub receipts and opera programs, they started re-cutting vintage gowns in a Lower-East-Side studio at 3 a.m., replacing corsetry with liquid jersey, swapping bead overload for laser-cut mesh that moved like smoke. A single Instagram post of their first sample—shot on a fire escape—went viral overnight, and Qxyuf became the whispered secret of stylists, music-video directors, and brides who wanted “something no one has worn before.”

Design philosophy

We believe the body is geography, not architecture. Instead of forcing it into shape, we map it: 3-D body scanning, zero-waste pattern software, and tension-calibrated seams that flex when you breathe. Every gown is cut from certified silk, TENCEL™, or up-cycled faille sourced from European couture dead-stock, then finished by a single seamstress who signs her name inside the hem. The result is a second skin that looks poured, not sewn—equal parts armor and perfume.

Signature elements

Liquid necklines that never need a necklace
Micro-pleated godets that release into thigh-high slits when you walkInternal micro-boning printed with the wearer’s birth date in Morse code
Color palette: moon-champagne, obsidian, cyber-rose, and aurora green—each dyed in small, city-specific batches so the hue can never be replicated exactly.

Sustainability & ethics

We produce only to order, eliminating inventory waste. Our Shanghai atelier runs on solar power and pays 3× the district living wage. Scrap silk is hand-rolled into hair ribbons for local cancer-center patients, and every gown ships in a reusable garment bag cut from recycled ocean plastic—because the most beautiful dress is one the planet can live with.

Qxyuf woman

She is 18 or 80, boards yachts and subway cars with equal ease, and treats “dress code” as a dare. She doesn’t wait for an invitation—she is the invitation.
Our promise
When you zip a Qxyuf gown, you are not getting dressed; you are arming yourself for whatever version of tomorrow you decide to write. If the night ends with someone asking “Who are you wearing?” the answer is already woven into the seams:
“I’m wearing the future—and its name is Qxyuf.”