This shirt doesn’t rant. It smirks. Woven from organic cotton and stitched with a touch of cosmic irony, it wears like a confession from the system itself. The print — bold, unapologetic — reads like a campaign poster that finally told the truth.
Each fiber hums with quiet rebellion: soft against the skin, sharp against complacency. It’s equal parts streetwear and social commentary, designed for those who’d rather laugh at corruption than be complicit in it. The message lands with a grin — seductive, subversive, impossible to unread.
A uniform for citizens who still believe transparency should fit as comfortably as cotton.
This shirt doesn’t rant. It smirks. Woven from organic cotton and stitched with a touch of cosmic irony, it wears like a confession from the system itself. The print — bold, unapologetic — reads like a campaign poster that finally told the truth.
Each fiber hums with quiet rebellion: soft against the skin, sharp against complacency. It’s equal parts streetwear and social commentary, designed for those who’d rather laugh at corruption than be complicit in it. The message lands with a grin — seductive, subversive, impossible to unread.
A uniform for citizens who still believe transparency should fit as comfortably as cotton.
