FUOCO was born in the middle of a fashion crisis. I couldn’t find a single outfit I liked for my solo date (yes, solo), so I grabbed this vintage Italian tee and did what had to be done: grabbed my scissors, made some holes, then tore it apart with my bare hands. Ripping and ripping ‘til I lost track of when it felt “done.”

Then I put it on, looked in the mirror and thought:

“BITCH. SLAY. BIG SLAY.”