Collab this, motherfucker (or ‘if this was about selling t-shirts I’d have stopped by now)

Collab this, motherfucker (or ‘if this was about selling t-shirts I’d have stopped by now)

If you’ve paid attention to anything I’ve said or done in the last 2.5 years since starting WxTxLx, you will know this: far from being a fashion business, or a funny t-shirt shop, this was always supposed to be a ‘thing of ours’. My excuse to burn screens and handprint t-shirts for the chosen few out there, people whose personal and/or collective life philosophy matched mine at some level. Again, not for the glory or the money, just for the chance to meet and work with real LIFERS, and hopefully form long lasting friendships. Sure, let’s not be hypocrites here – under the right conditions, let’s make money too. Those vintage Earache cassette tapes don’t come cheap.

The co-conspirators gallery:

Signature Brew – these guys are just down the road from me, literally behind my son’s school. Before they got rich and famous, I approached them to offer my services, and after a mere year they came back to me (this part is actually true…) but they’ve been the most solid of people ever since. We did a couple of runs of our limited-edition design, and they allowed me to pitch a stall at the brewery back in the day when they had open days instead of their amazing new tap room in Shoreditch. Their love for excellent quality beer and music was what did it for me from the beginning, and I look forward to seeing them take over the beer world. They fucking deserve it.

Mechanized Dirge – it doesn’t really get any older school than this. Hauron, the frontman in Brighton based Death merchants Mechanized Dirge is an old pal of mine from way back when. And when I say ‘way back when’, I mean all the way back to our teen years in sunny Brazil. To be fair I haven’t done much other than get their logo on a t-shirt, but hey we’re just getting started here…

Grilla Warfare – I met Mark at GW via common acquaintances (he also bought some merch) and we kept giggling at each other’s social posts until I suggested we met for overpriced drinks and general chit chatting, possibly with a view to get a design going. We met in Camden and got on like a church on fire. Man loves bad music, barbecue and beer, and is helping me spread the word via his satanic connections, what’s not to like?

LCEF – this is very close to my heart. For 4 years I worked as a push bike courier in London, and I thought being a keen cyclist and a free-spirit would have prepared me for it. Like fuck it did. It’s the toughest job there is – long hours, long distances, a lot of riding for not a lot of cash, being out in the elements and all that, but the worst part of it really is that you’re on your own when it comes to taking care of yourself. If you get sick, if you have an accident, if your bike breaks down or gets stolen, anyway, if you can’t work, you don’t get paid. These guys help you out with bills and stuff until you get back on your feet.

They had their 10 year anniversary in 2018, and I got them a bunch of limited edition commemorative t-shirts to give away as prizes for races and that. It felt good to do my part.

 

 

 


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