Standard Issue

They called it the "Standard Issue" because it's what you grab when the coffee's burnt, the orders are deep, and you've already cut yourself twice before noon.
No frills. No bullshit. Just black cotton armor for the broken-knuckle brigade-thick enough to mop sweat, tough enough to catch fryer splatter, and simple enough to pass as clean after a double.
It's the uniform of the lifers, the late-shift pirates, the ones who don't need their name stitched to know they belong. A logo on the chest, a chip on the shoulder, and just enough give to breathe when the ticket machine starts screaming.
Worn in chaos. Washed in whiskey. Standard Issue.

100% cotton, unless it’s grey — then it’s a bit of a mutt (but still loyal)

Built thick enough to handle fryer smoke and shame

Stitched tough, no flimsy fashion seams here

Fits like it’s meant to,not clinging, not sloppy, just right

Sourced from places where people still work for a living.
Worn by people who never stop.


Every piece is made just for you the moment you order. That means it takes a little longer to show up at your door — but we’re not cranking out piles of landfill fashion no one asked for.

We make it on demand, not on autopilot.
No waste. No warehouse full of crap.
Just a slower, smarter way to get gear that actually matters.

Thanks for giving a damn. Most people don’t.