The Delusion that made it real
The Breed isn’t just a brand — it’s a confession stitched in thread. It’s the raw, unfiltered truth of a 25-year-old artist from the quiet lanes of Bhilai, Chhattisgarh — a soul who didn’t wait for permission to create.
Every piece is carved from silence, soaked in heartbreak, and ignited by the chaos we carry inside.
This isn’t streetwear.
This is armor — forged in emotion, fueled by madness, and worn like a wound you’re proud of.
He calls himself delusional — not the lost kind, but the kind that bends fate, that turns noise into rhythm and ruin into art. The kind of delusion that doesn’t dream small — the kind that makes even angels and demons stop and watch.
He moves like water — never still, always flowing.
Every moment, whether soaked in light or dipped in darkness, becomes his canvas.
Loss, love, rage, or joy — he doesn’t waste a second.
He flips it, shapes it, and turns it into legacy.