We do not dress for the street.
We dress for the alley behind it.

BTHD was born on Dore Alley, between Harrison and Folsom, after a night that ran long enough to see the fog lift off 11th. The brand is a record of the people who were there — leather workers, bar backs, DJs, drag kings, queers, punks, the bootblack on the corner who has been cleaning the same pair of Wescos for twenty years.

We make leather. We make jerseys. We make skirts that clink when you walk. We make what we want to wear when we go out, and what we want to wear when the fight comes to us.

Against the cops. Against the landlords. Against the ones who would erase us.

Every drop is a record of a night and a neighborhood. Every garment is built to be worn hard, repaired, and passed down. We do not chase seasons. We chase the right piece at the right weight for the right body.

A portion of every drop goes to the bars, clubs, harm reduction workers, and legal defense funds that keep our people alive. We name them on every receipt. Ask us.

— the label, san francisco