Knotted at the throat, dragged through dust and blood.

The bandana has always been a mask, a signal, a weapon. Outlaws wore it to hide their faces, drifters to mark their kind, riders to shield against the grit of the road.

This one is born closer to home.

Artwork created in our studio, printed onto silk twill in the UK,  a fabric light as smoke, cut with precision, edges rolled and sealed by hand. 

What begins as cloth becomes something more: a disguise, a warning, a mark of the Rogue.

No adornment. No flourish.

Just a flag for those who choose the shadows.