The Alley Cat. Our signature.

The one that started it all – and the reason we're called what we're called. One face, two lives. On the right, the house cat: groomed, suit, tie, not a whisker out of place. Salzburg on a Tuesday morning. On the left, the lion: torn mane, scar across the eye, the look of someone who's been in more back alleys than boardrooms. Same animal. Same face. You know that split, because you live it.

Posh. Alley. Cat.
That's not a contradiction, that's the whole point. Polished enough for the front row at the Festspiele, scrappy enough for whatever comes after. The name of the label, hand-drawn in-house and printed on your back.

Built like every PAC piece.
280 gsm Turkish organic cotton – properly heavy, structured but soft. Holds its shape wash after wash and ages well instead of falling apart. Hand-drawn in-house by PAC artists in clean black line work, printed large across the back and made to last as long as the shirt does. Designed in Salzburg, made in a European shirt manufactory, printed in Germany.

The logo you feel before you see it.
On the chest: a white silicone rubber logo on a white shirt – raised, matte, tactile. Invisible from across the room. Unmistakable when you run your fingers across it. That's intentional. Understatement as a statement.

Permanent collection.
Art drops come and go. This one stays. The one piece we'll always have.