NOT YOUR DAD’S TRUCKER HAT. NOT YOUR GURU’S CROWN EITHER. This cap was probably whispered into existence by a sleep-deprived oracle. Protection? Maybe. Projection? Definitely.
Wear it when the moon starts filing complaints or when you suspect the pigeons know too much.

♥♥♥ Spun from yesterday’s stories and today’s attitude. 100% cotton—half of it reborn from textile past lives.

Born under needle and thread in Skeleton’s studio / Estonia.