Burned, bleached, beaten.
Each one fucked up by hand
Old clothes torn apart, stitched back like scars.
Patches stolen from the past, sewn for the future

Wear it to sweat, scream, disappear in the strobe.
Made for warehouses, for dark basements, for the after.
 
Bleached by hand, like your brain after 12 hours under a Funktion-One.
Every tee is unique. Just like that weird guy you met at 6 a.m. who swore he invented techno.
This isn’t fashion. This is field gear for the emotionally unstable.
Sewn in the spirit of BPMs, basement walls and questionable life choices.
Designed between Paris & Berlin — cities where sleep goes to die.
Made in Europe. Washed in sweat. Tested on dancefloors.
 
Care Instructions
Wash if you must.
No bleach (we already did that).
Do not iron unless you’re aiming for a crispy patch meltdown.
No tumble dry — let it air out like your regrets.