BATTLEPRINTS PROJ.

Symbols of Defiance.
Icons of Rebellion.
A New Language of Resistance.

It started in the skies — pilots stitching patches onto bomber jackets, claiming survival as their badge.
It roared down highways — motorcycle clubs tearing the sleeves off and branding their loyalty into leather and denim.
It clashed in 60s Britain — Mods splashing art across their backs, Rockers hammering in spikes like armor.
And when punk broke loose, the battle jacket shattered its last chains — no allegiance but rebellion itself.

Today, that spirit mutates again.

Old ghosts flicker on the fabric: a grinning face blurred by time, a bloodied badge warning of broken dreams, a skull lost somewhere between myth and machine.
The empires of dystopia cast their shadows, spirals spin destinies out of reach, prayers are folded into the cloth alongside scars of knives, webs, fists.
Above it all, the Eye still watches. The stars still call. And the pulse never stops.

At the center, a heart — not drawn, not imagined, but real — printed true-size, beating loud against the chest.
This is BATTLEPRINTS PROJECT.
This is survival worn like a second skin.