BehemothOfMoscow-com

Est. 2008.
From Bean Town, to Joburg, to Fincastle, to Kiev, to Delhi, to LA, to NYC, to Paris, to Moonland and beyond.
From entrepreneurship, to international relations, to hospitality, to languages, to cuisine, to philosophyzin, to that next school tip.
From beats, to tagging, to photographs, to Boodah, to snowbaording, to mixing, to surfing, to growing,
From hip, to trip, to electric, to that funky old skool soul shit.
Paths crossed at college, four years later three visions merged together and created one.
One being, one brand, one image, one collective. Check check check it...

Behemoth The Cat:

A smooth-like-butter, witty-ass, fast-talking, vodka-drinking, chess-playing, pistol-bearing, caviar-eating, cat-like beast without any regard for reality let alone those in it. Sophistication and class emanate with the swing and swagger of his bowtie as he be on his own mission, in his own world, on his own path.

The Hand:

Fuck the hands one's dealt; these be them hands that deal them... These be what manifests them thoughts and ideas, follows through with them brain waves, speaks for them actions when all else is silent. Take them feet away; them be crawling. Take them eyes away; them be feeling around like a blind man at a stripclub. But take them hands away, man, take them hands away and might as well be digging a grave with a toothpick..

In the end, it all begins with them hands..

Dopest collection of dopeness fabricated into some of the finest clothing pieces that this world has ever bestowed its eyes on... or at least we'd like to try... feel free to check it out for yourself when you got the time.

www.BehemothOfMoscow.com

Current Residence: Paris/New York/London/L.A