MADNESS/STAB.IT!

It began with a cut.

A barely audible hiss through the fabric of the world.
No scream, no outcry. Just a thought, slipping in like a rusty thorn: 
"What if clothing doesn´t protect, but wounds?
STAB.IT! is not a brand. It´s a wound. A metaphor wielding a corroded scalpel. A piece of art that doesn´t warm. It pierces. 

This line, born from MADNESS, soaked in sweat, splinters, and symbols, is the waerable form of disruption.
No fashion. No trend. An assault. An incision. Because humans...
...want to stab.
Not with knives. Not with needles. But with stares, with postures, with excess. With what they wear. With what they show.
STAB.IT! is the embodiment of that urge.
A T-shirt becomes a weapon. A hoodie, a prophecy. A print, a provocation. 
You wear it. And others feel the blade. Not physically. Something worse:
Mentally.

They begin to twitch.
To question.
To judge.
To crack.
A design like a dream made of ash, a logo like a blow to the limbic system
"Why is he wearing that?"
"What does that mean?"
"Is it a scream? A confession? An insult? A joke?"
No one knows.
Everyone feels it.

An example: A shirt. On it: A childs face,eyes hollow. Mouth stitched shut with red thread. Above it, the phrase: "I ONLY SPEAK WHEN THE KNIVE IS CLEAN:"
What does it mean? 
What does the wearer want to say? 
What is being hidden?
STAB.IT! offers no answers. It slices the questions open. And lets them bleed.

This collection isn´t for everyone.
It´s for those who scream without opening their mouths.
For those who feel without understanding.
For those who use the knive not to kill, but to reshape.

Manipulation as art. Influence as textile installation.
A drop of madness in every seam.
STAB.IT! doesn´t want to be liked.
It wants to impact. Like a splinter in the eye, a glitch in the system.

And maybe, if you stare long enough, you no longer see the shirt.
You see yourself.
Sliced open.
Stitched anew.
And finally...
Art.

STAB.IT! Aviable soon.