RUPTURE BLOOMS

To create is to destroy.

To establish a new order, we need to deprecate the old regime.

The joy of tearing the package to reveal the gift.

The smile before breaking the lock.

And open the door.

Crack some walls.

Let the light in.

This brand is unapologetic. It destroys for the sake of creating. It creates for the sake of creating.

The idea is not ours, it’s yours, it’s ours. It belongs to us, and we belong to her. It exists even if we don’t want to. The idea is an unstoppable force of nature, is electric,  and we are its lightning rod. 

In this space, we let ideas be born, grow, and die.  We let ideas have a life. We don't judge them. We embrace them.  And from time to time, we kill them. We embrace uncertainty. And to that, we need to erase frontiers, remove tags, and tear apart the fabric of reality itself. We break the window, shit, we burn the roof, and the infinite landscape of existence becomes our main massive, fucking window, so we can lie down and tell stories under the endless stars, until the day comes and we need to build again. Again. And again …