Gifted the young homie a leftover sweatshirt from my now defunct streetwear brand/conceptual art project (don’t worry about it, I was experimenting). He just let me know he wore it to the bars last weekend and reported back: “mad bad shorties were loving my drip”. That’s what we do it for right there folks. The type of co-sign that lets me know I must continue to design. A homie has esoteric fits that gets convos started in the college bars. Feel like I just got a new brain wrinkle
