A president wore a red cap. A nation lost its mind. We just made the rest of the closet.
In the summer of the tariff wars, a certain red-and-white cap appeared at a certain football match and read the room perfectly: proud, deadpan, gloriously neutral. We don't sell that cap — we sell the feeling. A clean, self-aware collection celebrating 734 years of minding our own business, printed on demand and shipped to your door. No politicians endorsed this. 1291 did.