We are a family of artists, makers, and seekers, moving against the current, carving a path where none existed before. There is no class, no rank, no throne—only the stories we tell ourselves about who we are allowed to be. We create not just for profit, but for truth, for beauty, for the love of the craft itself. Unlike the factories of the old world, where hands are paid differently for the same work, we stand as equals. Every stitch, every seam, every creation is a shared act of rebellion—a declaration that no one’s time is worth less than another’s. What we make is not meant to be consumed and discarded. It is meant to endure.

Life is often described as a ladder, an endless climb toward recognition, success, and security. But the ladder was never real—it is a mirage that keeps the mind reaching instead of seeing what is already within. Class is an illusion. Status is a lie. The only thing that separates one person from another is the belief that separation exists at all. There is no need to ask for a place at the table when there is nothing stopping us from building something greater, something shared. No one is above, no one is beneath. We are not here to break a system from within; we are here to step outside of it entirely. For those still caught in the illusion, this may seem like foolishness, but there is another way. And once the mind has seen it, there is no turning back.

F*CK CLASS means love because love is the only thing that cannot be bought, cannot be owned, cannot be controlled. Love does not ask how much someone has or what title is worn—it simply moves, freely and without hesitation. Love is the great force that dissolves walls, that erases lines, that renders power meaningless. To say F*CK CLASS is to say there is no hierarchy, no competition, no winners or losers—only people, learning, creating, evolving together. The fear of collapse only exists when one holds onto what is already fading. What is real will remain.

This is not just about rebellion. It is about creating something that outlasts the fleeting and the empty. It is about making garments that are not dictated by trends, but by soul. It is about forging a community that sees beyond the illusions of class, beyond the weight of expectation, beyond the borders drawn to divide. There is no need to wait for permission, no need to seek approval to be free. The revolution is already happening. It exists in every act of creation, in every moment of kindness, in every step taken toward a world where no one stands above another. Some may fear the end of the old world. We do not. We are too busy creating the new one.