I know it unequivocally now. Life is a journey.
One of beautiful imperfection and decay. Hallucinations. Ancestors. Monsoons. Staring at the performance of a breeze caught in a curtain.
Haraamis is the journey of man. Patron, preservationist and devotee of the perfect fit. A collection of inspired textured vignettes. Uncomplicated traditional garments sharpened by masterful sophistication. Movement. Relevance. Proportion. Classically refined hand-tailored masculine attire.
Vestiges of an enduring deportment: Man must be a franchise for the chivalrous.