Atomic Bandana

Knot the Atomic Bandana at the back of your neck and it shifts with every head turn, neon orange splatters flickering across a deep black base like signal flares under the lasers. Triangular cut, tied and cinched, it sits low against your collarbones and bounces when you do. The print reads like weathered circuitry that somebody rewired for a warehouse party: distressed blue-grey geometrics fracturing under bursts of orange and yellow, abstract lines salvaged from some underground signal tower.