It all started with a simple frustration — everything felt generic. From water bottles to laptops, nothing felt personal or truly mine. That’s when the idea struck: why not create something that lets people express themselves effortlessly?
The journey began with six months of deep research and development. We sourced the best sticker materials used internationally — heatproof, waterproof, scratch-resistant, and residue-free. Not just stickers, but stickers that feel like a statement.
And the name?
That came alive on Park Street, Kolkata — a place where luxury meets street culture. Among the blend of Starbucks and chai stalls, designer perfumes and local food carts, the contrast of chaos and class inspired the name: Sticker ‘N Streets.
Because stickers were our start.
And the streets? That’s where the culture, the vibe, and the inspiration will always come from.
Because stickers are more than decoration — they’re identity.
We humans don’t just want to own things. We want to personalize them, mark them, and make them scream “this is mine.”
But not with low-quality, peel-off, cheap stuff.
We wanted stickers that could survive daily wear, stay flawless, and feel premium on anything — from your MacBook to your scooter, your mirror to your journal.
Stickers are the fastest, loudest, and most fun way to express personality.
They’re not just products. They’re attitude.
They represent who you are, where you’ve been, and what you stand for.
That’s why Sticker 'N Streets.
That came to me on the streets of Park Street, Kolkata. A place where the world collides — Starbucks on one side, chai ki tapri on the other. A luxury showroom. A street tattoo stall. Gucci cologne in the air, and biryani on the footpath.
It was chaos and class. Raw and refined. Street and elite. That blend? That contrast? That story? That’s where the name was born.
Sticker ‘N Streets.
Because stickers are where we started.
And the streets — they’re where we’ll grow.
Posters. Desk mats. Notebooks. Art.
This isn’t just a brand. It’s a rebellion against boring.
Welcome to the side of expression no one warned you about.