I had never been able to make my voice heard. Words stuck in my throat, and everything I held inside felt destined to stay there. So I began to write.
I wrote everywhere—on notebooks, the walls of my room, even on my skin. It was the only way I knew to keep from falling apart.
My writing held everything: the demons I carried inside—fears, anxiety, anger—and the heavens I longed for: dreams, redemption, light.
One day, while reading a piece of my old writing, I had an idea.
“If I can’t speak, then I’ll let my clothes speak for me.”
And so, my brand was born.
I took those words, those thoughts, and stitched them onto T-shirts, sweatshirts, and jackets. Each garment became a piece of me: light and darkness, destruction and rebirth.
Without saying a word, I finally began to be heard.
LORENZO VITANGELI
