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Paranoia
For everyone who went through hell and clocked in the next morning anyway. Wear it loud.
"You need help" is what they said.Recovery is what we did next.
This is for the people who survived their own heads — and whatever they grabbed to make the noise stop. There's no clean before-and-after here. There's relapse. Bad nights. Mornings you genuinely didn't think you'd be around for. We make clothes for those mornings.
Four lines. Four diagnoses. Four sets of colours we can actually explain. We're not romanticising any of it — we're naming it out loud and wearing it like the receipt it is. If you've been through it, you already get it.
- 4
- Lines
- 1
- Mission
- 0
- Shame
- ∞
- Reasons to stay
The four lines
Four diagnoses.
Four reasons we're still standing.
Anxiety
Your head at 3am, screaming over nothing.
Why these colors. Cold electric white and restless silver-grey are the static — that 24/7 channel of noise your brain refuses to switch off. The acid-yellow hit is the adrenaline dump: your body screaming fire when there's no fire. All of it sits on black, the floor you keep clawing your way back down to.
Why these designs. Glitched, stuttering prints and frayed edges, because that's how the thoughts actually move — skipping, looping, never landing. BREATHE runs across the fabric on repeat. Not a cute slogan. The thing you whisper to yourself until your chest finally lets go.
- Glitch / static print
- Frayed raw edges
- Repeating “breathe” type
Depression
Some days, staying is the whole win.
Why these colors. Slate blue, fog grey, charcoal — the flat, colour-drained world depression hands you. Low contrast on purpose: nothing pops because nothing feels like it does. Then one thin line of warm amber. Small. Almost nothing. That's the point — it's the one reason you keep moving when you can't remember why.
Why these designs. Heavyweight and stone-washed, built to actually sit heavy on your shoulders. Prints faded down to almost-gone. The amber never grows into anything loud — it stays one stitched thread, because some days holding onto that single thread is the entire victory.
- Heavyweight stone-wash
- Faded, near-erased prints
- One stitched amber line
Bipolar
Both, at once, no apology.
Why these colors. Two palettes, one garment, no compromise. The warm side burns — sunburst orange ripping into hot magenta, the rush nobody warns you is part of it. The cold side drops out — deep indigo into black. We didn't pick a side because you don't get to either: the whole spectrum, and the whiplash between its ends.
Why these designs. Split-dye bodies, mismatched sleeves, gradients that lurch from heat to cold mid-piece. Catch it one way and it's the high; turn it and it's the crash. It moves the way you do.
- Split-dye bodies
- Mismatched contrast sleeves
- Swinging warm-to-cold gradients
Schizophrenia
More than one truth at a time.
Why these colors. An oil-slick of violet, cyan and magenta sliding over black — colours that change on you depending on the light and which way you're turned. They stack and overlap instead of blending, because this is holding several realities at once and still being one whole person under all of it.
Why these designs. Double-exposure prints, see-through layers, type that almost lines up and never fully does. Lean in and it snaps into focus. Step back and it splits apart again. Both of those are real.
- Double-exposure prints
- Transparent overlapping layers
- Fractured, offset typography
Be first when we drop
No spam. No fake hype. One message when the first line drops — and first dibs for the people who showed up early.