Lowanna.

Lowanna has a tic: she folds and refolds the cap's brim while she talks, while she listens, while she thinks. That's why it's curved by hand. It's the same restlessness that makes her drum her fingers, chew on pen caps, and get up mid-meeting to stretch her legs. When you see her go very still and leave the brim alone, something's wrong: stillness is the opposite of her. On a hoodie, you're wearing her with that gesture frozen, on the calm face right before she moves.

I composed her face-on, calm, with the pink cap pulled down low: the face of five-fifty in the morning, when she gets to the tower before anyone else and swims eight hundred meters to warm up. A hoodie is the gear for those days that never seem to end, the long shifts and the southerly wind. If you're also better when you're moving, this one's for that. And if you like her, there's more of the collection with the same energy.