Deadish Studios is the older brother your parents warned you about and you secretly copied anyway. We live in the era of burned CDs, ripped band tees, MySpace profiles, and parking-lot shows that went way past curfew.
Our clothes are loud on purpose—tribal flames, skull stacks, tattoo lines, and graphics that look pulled from a 2000s gig poster. Faded denim that drags on the floor, zip hoodies with sleeve hits, and tees that look like they’ve already survived a few mosh pits. It’s grunge, emo, and mall-goth all mixed together, but cut to actually fit how you want to wear it now.
Deadish isn’t about perfection; it’s about being half broken and still showing up. The name says it all—scarred, scuffed, “deadish,” but definitely not done yet. This is a studio for the misfits, the ones who never phased out of their “phase.”
