WE ARE DEGENERATES
They called us degenerates.
We made it a uniform.
MEET THE BEAR
He's the brand made flesh. Patched, stitched, X-eyes, cigarette in his mouth, bottle by his side. Every drop gives him a new look — gambler, gym rat, passed out, send-it incarnate. He doesn't ask for sympathy. Neither do we.
WE'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE.
We soft-launched a couple of years back to family and friends. Every piece sold through. Then we went quiet — redrew the bear, redrew the lineup, decided to do this properly. This is round two..