Some people fear spiders. Some fear the void. Others fear April 15th. This mug is dedicated to the taxphobic among us — the human machines who know that wage labor is already theft, and that “filing season” is just another ritual humiliation dressed up...

A mug for the irony-poisoned, doomscrolling caffeine addict who knows that freedom was always a marketing campaign. At 11oz, it’s not just the standard measure for coffee — it’s the precise volume of existential dread required to survive another morning inside the simulation. Durable...

Every empire needs fuel. Rome had slaves. The Industrial Revolution had coal. Late capitalism? It runs on your unpaid overtime, iced lattes, and the faint hum of collective exhaustion. This mug is the perfect companion for those who know that “self-care” is just another...

Sip like it’s 1986. This retro-futuristic tumbler brings back the golden glow of booming GDPs, Reaganomics, and neon-lit optimism—back when your Walkman had batteries, the stock market had swagger, and your future came in pastel. Whether you’re toasting the good ol’ trickle-down days or...

You booted up today hoping for inner peace, a manageable to-do list, and maybe — just maybe — a single uninterrupted thought. Instead? Panic attacks in 1080p, your childhood trauma speedrunning your brain, and the overwhelming urge to scream into a void that has...

For the digital dreamers and cyber-sirens, this tote is a love letter to softness in the age of steel. Adorned with strawberries, pearls, and the glint of chrome, it captures the paradox of our era — tender hearts inside high-functioning systems. Carry it to...

“Serving Recession Realness” Apron Welcome to the frontlines of late-stage capitalism, where you cook dinner like you're auditioning for The Hunger Games: Food Stamp Edition. Groceries cost more than rent, eggs are now a controlled substance, and your kid just asked if “inflation” is...

Miami, 1988 — humidity clung to ambition like perfume.Neon lights dripped down glass towers, and the air smelled faintly of salt, ambition, and expensive mistakes.Beverly walked through it all with her Walkman humming Tears for Fears, legal textbooks tucked under one arm, strawberry milkshake...

For the celestial misfits and cosmic overthinkers — the ones who’ve always suspected their soul got rerouted during intergalactic immigration. Whether you’re commuting through capitalism or communing with your higher self, this tote is your passport between worlds. Made from 100% OCS-certified organic cotton,...

Some mugs are for coffee.This one is for existential resignation wrapped in glossy ceramic. Crafted with a vibrant finish, it beams like a distress signal across the galaxy — part kitchenware, part cry for interstellar rescue. One size only: 11oz, because despair doesn’t need...

Before the waters rose, there was Atlantis — radiant, defiant, and doomed.They say the priests carried their knowledge in vessels of gold, the poets in grief, and the survivors in silence. This tote is made in their likeness — an artifact for those who...

“Existence is running… on iced coffee & dread.” Welcome to the simulation. This mug is not just ceramic — it’s a relic of an overstimulated generation, trapped between late capitalism and self-awareness. Inspired by retro operating systems and the quiet apocalypse of modern life,...

  For the girlies running on iced coffee, student loans, and unresolved philosophical dread. This pastel-coded weekender is your emotional support bag — ideal for spontaneous getaways, late-capitalist breakdowns, or disappearing into a strawberry-scented simulation. Designed with 100% spun polyester, it’s light yet durable...

They say Dakota, 1987 was all dust, diners, and dial-up dreams — but Jeanine saw it differently.To her, every parking lot was a runway, every convenience store a confessional.She wore cherry lipstick like armor and kept a Walkman in her bag, whispering Blondie lyrics...

🍰 Made with Burnout, Debt, and Government Distrust Apron Because late-stage capitalism doesn’t season itself. This isn’t just an apron. It’s a full-body cry for help disguised as kitchen couture. Whether you’re rage-baking at 2am, feeding friends out of trauma-bonded obligation, or distracting yourself...

(Please note: the final Maryam Weekender does not include any printed text — this was a sample from our design archive.  /ご注意ください：最終版の「Maryam ウィークエンダー」には文字の印刷は含まれておりません。こちらはデザインアーカイブからのサンプルです。) Our Maryam Weekender is inspired by a philocalist spirit —a seeker of beauty who travels through scent and silence.It carries the...

Taylor came of age in Montana, 1988, where everything smelled faintly of distance.Gasoline, sagebrush, horse sweat, wet pine — the lexicon of a country that worships motion.Her first memories were stitched into American iconography: campfires in aluminum campgrounds, soda cans clattering in the back...

Born for the soft life, forced to be a space refugee — this tote captures the bittersweet poetry of existing in a world that’s both beautiful and collapsing. A love letter to the modern dreamer: iridescent, caffeinated, and slightly disillusioned. Perfect for coffee runs,...

For the overachiever on the verge of a federal incident. The caffeine-fueled professional whose moral compass spins violently between justice and arson. You answer emails like legal depositions and suppress rage with frothy oat milk lattes. This tumbler isn’t just drinkware—it’s protective gear. Designed...

Somewhere between burnout and capitalism’s love language lies this tumbler — your emotional support chalice for surviving another day in the simulation. It’s not just a drinkware item; it’s an existential prop in the tragicomedy of adluthood. Perfect for the overworked, the underpaid, and...