Well, if you are reading this you must have heard of me somewhere. Glad I grasped your attention.
My name is foogooFOGo, FOGo for short & this is how my story began as described by my creator.
Goof, FooG, FOGo! Sounds rad huh?
What sparked as my own fashion brand, a vacuum, would shortly translate into a universe of my own imagination & I was God conveying every detailed bit of my individual ideas & nobody else's.
I had this idea grained in my head for a couple of weeks before I moved into a friend’s place. It was sombre & stood tall, of past times but its colours never blemished, gentle. It was a contradiction. The zeitgeist of the 1970’s & 80’s with the fusion of Spring & Rock echoes sounded fitting in describing the inspiration behind the zeal for my rush of ideas bouncing back and left - because everyone else references their ideas to the marble we live on, be it of past times, the present or future.
This mere fiction would remain only that until my date of birth came around for the twenty first time and from that day onwards FOGo would be splattered into a reality - now foogooFOGo cos some punk already reserved the name I wanted to use. I began sketching different pieces that would coincide to shape my ideas however this restriction would not quite interpret my imagination explicitly.
A broader flick emerged but not unfamiliar, one that was limitless & allowed me to express foogooFOGo more creatively - kinda the way it should have been from the jump.
A brand that was momentarily defined by a misplaced fashion concept would shortly swerve into a reality that established an alternate time & direction, a wave I rippled and would ride however I imagined.
Short story shorter, I am just making cool stuff that tickles my fancy. I have created a “ lifestyle brand" - in my other friend’s words.
And now, I find myself here.
I am a simple being. Smiles over scowls, very easy going & quite frankly I would kick it with myself any day ...
