He’s the one the neighbours complain about. The one always bombing the hill at midnight, hoodie up, grin wide, pockets empty. Rat Boy doesn’t run on fuel, he runs on dopamine — the pure hit of landing it (or not). People don’t like him. That’s fine. He doesn’t give a truck.
Heavy cotton, raw edge. Built for the kids who don’t want to grow up, and the grown-ups who never did.
Fabric:
100% combed cotton (marles 15% viscose)
220gsm — chunky enough to take a slam, soft enough to sleep in after
Features:
Rat Boy print: cheeky, scrappy, never polite
Neck ribbing, side seamed, shoulder to shoulder tape
Double needle hems, preshrunk — because Rat Boy doesn’t care for laundry rules
Classic relaxed cut — more alleyway than runway
Rat Boy — living proof that mischief and four wheels beat manners every time.
