For centuries, the boardroom has been a boy’s club. Suits were stitched for their shoulders, their egos, their rules. Women were left with hand-me-down tailoring — masculine armour sliced slimmer and sold back to us as “feminine.” But let’s be clear: we were never meant to fit into their suits. They should have been made to fit us.

His Honour was built to flip the script. To take the floor. To own the room. We reclaim suiting from the gentlemen’s clubs, the “your sirs,” the “his signatures.” Because it’s not his honour anymore — it’s ours.

Our mission is unapologetically simple: suiting designed by a woman, for women. Not watered-down menswear. Not a blazer borrowed from his wardrobe. But sharp, sensual tailoring that amplifies the body, curves, and firepower of femininity. Pieces that don’t just fit you — they ignite you.

This is the uniform for the takeover. For the women sick of being politely overlooked. For the ones who don’t wait for an invitation to lean in — they claim their place. Our jackets are cut to command. Our trousers are stitched to make them sweat. Every seam is built so the boardroom itself bows down when you enter.

This is not menswear refitted. It’s women’s power redefined.