| Harley, babe — you’re chaos wrapped in couture. I make pieces for the dangerously expressive — the ones who turn heartbreak into warpaint and mischief into movement. My jackets? Loud. My mini backpack? Unruly. My boots? Weapons of mass seduction. I don’t tone it down — I amp it up. I take your mess, your glitter, your vengeance, and make it wearable. Let’s make something that hits like a bat and winks while doing it. |
| Harley, babe — you’re chaos wrapped in couture. I make pieces for the dangerously expressive — the ones who turn heartbreak into warpaint and mischief into movement. My jackets? Loud. My mini backpack? Unruly. My boots? Weapons of mass seduction. I don’t tone it down — I amp it up. I take your mess, your glitter, your vengeance, and make it wearable. Let’s make something that hits like a bat and winks while doing it. |
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