New Collection 2017
You come from a generation of dreamers and fuck-all inspired revolution, born smack in the middle of Old School and New Wave. You’ve survived pandemics and five hours of nonstop 8-bit action. You’ve watched walls crumble between brothers, empires collapse between oceans, buildings collapse in the heart of New York and markets collapse in California, and have witnessed a world of perpetual warfare while enduring the dilemma of Golden Grahams or Honey O’s before another busy day at uni. You are a habitual line-stepper just waiting to be born. You boss is afraid you’ll surpass the company genius with the doodles in your notebook. Your governments are afraid of becoming an equal in your unrealized utopia. Know that destiny is not written in the palm, but forever in the palm of your hand. Your generation has born many pioneers of the inner space that you finally took your first baby steps into. Embrace the paradox that is you–explore it while you can and get moving. Your purpose is a never-ending dialectic you’ll find in due course. Now, get dressed for the occasion.NOTES ON BREXIT
On June 24th, I woke up to the dead silence of change. An eerie calm crept across the British Isles