LEATHER BUG-BOMBER - Hand-stitched Vantablack suede body with calfskin leather arms. A varsity cut, reimagined through exhaustion and precision. Built like something stolen from an older brother — heavy, broken-in, and impossible to replace. Every panel drawn and cut by hand; no templates, no remakes. The surface eats light, leaving only shape and attitude.
Across the back, a hand-painted plastisol skull, pulled from memory — a distorted echo of an archive relic Tex Machiavelli once saw in a private collection. The front carries a plastisol patch, stamped unevenly with text: Corps Utilitaire, 11 · 01 · 25, Tex Machiavelli. The rear bears a tattooed leather tag, riveted like a scar.
A piece built for defiance — the kind of jacket worn too early, too often, by someone who doesn’t wait for permission.
A uniform for the older brother archetype: cruel, magnetic, untouchable.
A monument to control and bad decisions.
A silhouette that remembers heat, sound, and youth burning out.
