ALPHA CATTO MANIFESTO
Rising from the mat. From the margins. From Belgrade.
We are not stitched into factories.
We are stitched into stories.
We do not follow drops.
We drop warnings.
Alpha Catto was not made.
It was conjured — in sweat, in silence, in revolt.
High-waisted. Hand-cut. Heavy with meaning.
We don’t sell gear. We summon identity.
Every gi pant we make is a scar against the machine.
Against the cheap.
Against the nameless, faceless, mass-produced.
We rise from the ruins of plastic brands
and ghost factories in modern-day slavery.
And we stand — soft but solid —
in the storm of basics.
We are not for everyone.
We are not for many.
We are for the few who feel it.
The ones who roll with intention.
The ones who know that the mat is sacred.
Alpha Catto is rising.