A few years after we moved to the San Francisco Bay Area, some of our more “responsible” friends began committing to their significant others, purchasing homes, and reproducing (while we, somehow, still lived in questionably-legal apartments and considered faking our own deaths to avoid repaying our student loans).
Struck by the miracle of life, we realized that nothing was funnier than projecting our questionable humor onto newly sentient beings. Thus, Hipster Baby was born. Other lines of clothing soon followed, bankrolling our exorbitant nonprofit-employee lifestyles.
If you can’t be naked, wear our stuff.