About Us

If Kanye West can profit from selling T-shirts emblazoned with swastikas, then let’s not pretend this industry has a moral compass.

Unwell Club doesn’t exist to shock for clicks. It exists because silence is expensive, and someone always ends up paying the bill—usually the most vulnerable.

When fascism is framed as fashion, when hate is sold as self-expression, speaking up isn’t just an option—it’s a responsibility.

As Audre Lorde said:

“We can learn to work and speak when we are afraid in the same way we have learned to work and speak when we are tired… and while we wait in silence for that final luxury of fearlessness, the weight of that silence will choke us.”

 

We are not waiting for fearlessness. We are speaking tired, scared, angry, grieving—and loud.

Our shirts are not neutral. They are worn resistance. They are rage made visible.

In a system that rewards cruelty with virality and silence with complicity, we choose to wear the noise.

We scream in colour. We speak before we’re ready. We refuse to choke.