Ultraviolet Fractal

Model wearing Ultraviolet Fractal - Organic Streetwear for those unbroken.

When I drew Ultraviolet in the early 2000’s, I was wrestling with a lot of the same concerns as I am now. Not because my life hasn’t moved, it has, but the global issues I was thinking about at 17, haven’t.

Unless you count backwards as movement.

Creator or Destroyer

It’s about wrestling with the existential and where you place judgement. If you fix it here, does it break there? How do you know anything? How do you know what you don’t know? Are we creating or destroying? Earth or Purgatory? Are we alive or dead? That’s what I thought about at 17 – read into that what you will.

I’ve just finished Ultraviolet Fractal

The next chapter in the story. It’s the twenty year later version of the same questions. It’s the start of Ultraviolet as a character, and each new iteration, is an exploration of that story.  Organic streetwear for those unbroken. Still building, still trying, still fighting. Still figuring it out.

You've Been Sold Short

For a long time, streetwear meant one of two things.
Hype. Or basics.

Either you were chasing a drop, refreshing a page at 8am for something you'd resell before you wore it, or you were buying a logo on a blank and calling it culture. Neither of those is fashion. Neither of those is art. And neither of them was built for you.

You were sold the idea that luxury lives behind a velvet rope. That it speaks a language you weren't born into. That it belongs to someone else, someone with the right postcode, the right accent, the right everything.

That was always a lie.

Mongrel Logic organic cotton

Luxury is construction

Fabric. Longevity. The feeling of putting something on and knowing immediately, this was made to last. Not made to trend. Not made to be binned in a season. Made to become part of how you move through the world. Streetwear at its best was always that.

The street has always been the catwalk

The difference is who's been building for it.

Mongrel Logic started from a simple dissatisfaction

With what exists, with what's accepted, with the gap between what people deserve and what they're being offered.

Artwork mapped onto garment

Fabric that reads like graffiti, like tattoos, like something with a past and a future. Not a clever play on words. Not a trend cycle mood board. Something that rewires how you think about what you put on your body.

Expect better. Wear better. Build better.

That's not a slogan. It's the only direction this was ever going.

This One's For The Underdogs

Not the word. The actual thing, Mongrel Logic.
The kids who cleared hallways just by existing. The ones who were too loud, too quiet, too weird, too much, not enough. The ones who got their lunch money taken and their ideas ignored and still showed up the next day with something to prove.

Mongrel Logic, built for the underdogs. Lex the dog, brand mascot and co-founder.

That's who Mongrel Logic is for

Not because it's a good marketing angle. Because it's where this came from. I am the weirdo. The loner. The underdog mongrel who will not stop once it sets its mind on something. I built this because I had to and I built it for the people who understand that feeling without needing it explained.
Metal heads. Hip hop heads. Underground everything. People who'd like to see the world work better and have quietly stopped waiting for permission. People who don't need external validation and have learned to survive without it even when they do.

You don't wear Mongrel Logic to fit in

You wear it because you stopped trying to. The street is the catwalk. Always has been. We just build like we know it.

Logic Descends: The Origin Story of the Second Design.

It was 2002. I was 23. Aw. Or Aaah. Not sure which.

A night of Skull Monkeys & Resident Evil

I was housesitting and spent an evening drawing, playing Skull Monkeys, and watching the first Resident Evil. That’s when I drew Logic Descends. She didn’t have a name then. I drew two versions that night. I kept both

Enter: Attempted Burglary at 3AM

Much later, I was woken up by the sound of a crowbar hitting a metal gate. I switched the lights on. They ran. Cops came. Life went on.
Make of that what you will.

Logic Descends… or Angel?

You decide. When I revived her for Mongrel Logic, I kept her mostly as she was, her face is new, the animalistic stance, the sharp energy, the slightly feral wings, they’re the same.

She’s a piece of my early creative DNA.

2002 Time Capsule

This is me from the same year (and my brother); oversized jumper, corduroy’s (I know) too big. Basically… still me.

Some things change. Some things don’t. And sometimes, the things you made decades ago find their way back home.
More designs (and more stories from the vault) coming soon.

Building the best cap in the world.

Designer drawing embroidery artwork for the Mongrel Logic™ Signature Cap.”

I know; that’s a bold claim; any day now I half-expect Elf to burst through the door and congratulate me. Just kidding. Mostly.
Still, it hasn’t deterred me from trying. Defining it. Creating it. Drawing the embroidery. Designing the fabric. Agonising over the tiniest details for days on end; a seam, for instance, or the jacquard I keep changing my mind about, or a two-day internal debate about GSM.

When an idea becomes a movement.

Turns out I’m full of bold claims. But this isn’t just about making a cap that lasts a lifetime; it’s about building a movement.
A business that’s profitable, scalable, and creates space for other talent to shine too.
I’ve spent months developing a product designed to outlast trend cycles; something that’s wearable art, not fast fashion.
If you like the idea of clothing that can be passed down, if you love luxury but walk dogs too much to Dolce that shit, and if streetwear lives in your bones, stick around.

The cap that changed everything.

I never imagined I’d end up here. The last time I tried to kick this off, the pandemic happened. Somewhere between exhaustion and obsession, this project became the thing that kept me going.
Beyond all the big-world chaos, this started from something simple: I had nothing to wear.
I don’t wear make-up daily. I walk dogs. I get covered in mud. I live in trackies, hoodies, and caps; but that doesn’t mean I want to look like I’ve raided a jumble sale. They just don’t make what I need or want. So, I’m making it.

So when it the bloody cap getting here?

Soon. I can’t say much yet, things are still moving, but if all goes to plan, before the year’s out.
It’s a luxury cap built to last a lifetime. The embroidery artwork alone took over 35 hours, the fabric design even longer. Every detail has been considered to make it look and feel like the best cap in the world; durable, timeless, and eco-friendly.

More updates are coming

One thing on my never-ending to-do list: a newsletter. I’ll have it live in the next week or so.
If this sounds like your thing, stick around. When you see the cap, you’ll want to be in the loop for future drops; because this is just the beginning.
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