
The highlight of my summer with Guerrilla Republik...
It's the third week of July and Justin and I are headed to Delaware for the People's Fest-- a tribute to Bob Marley. Already I am feeling a mixture of anxiety and excitement as I have never traveled out of state. We are both exhausted, not knowing a good night's sleep since the summer began but we both knew what we were getting into: This summer was going to be dedicated to Guerrilla Republik and the debut of the girls' line and the designs that Justin had been working on in secret. The idea of going to the East Coast was even more intrigued that it was going to be a Bob Marley festival. We were also eager to see how the other chapters were doing. We had arranged to stay with Iz the Truth--the head of the Delaware chapter.

We knew nothing of him except that he was a dedicated member of Guerrilla Republik with a big heart. I guess he had to have been if he was going to accept two strangers in his home for the next ten days.
As far as design ideas specific to the show, we immediately thought rasta blend images. Almost simultaneously. The bags I had been slowly cranking out were now flowing like a production line (in the form of one individual). But I ought not complain because (as our mission statement so clearly explains): "Our mission is to...motivate individuals to take a proactive approach to life through...self-reliance..."
These new bags included a rasta blend of the gas mask along with a braided strap and a natural bead for a closure. The tops I had been

deconstructing out of tshirts were now being draped and had now evolved to no-sew halters and tanks, so as to solve any issues of grading.
As we met up with Iz at the airport, I was already drawn to this magnetic character. We met with a handshake and a key exchange. I was a little amazed at his hospitality. After all, we were perfect strangers, spending the next 10 days under his roof. What a character though. This man eats, sleeps, breathes, and LIVES Guerrilla Republik. That night we exchanged stories of how we each got started, and, for sure, he was on the political tip. It was intriguing. We had no idea how much work he was putting in promoting the label. To him, it wasn't JUST a clothing line, it was a "state of mind". To a couple of designers, this came as a delightful shock.
He had started out as a fan of GRep. Now, more to Justin than me, it was flattering to hear, but I couldn't help but feel really proud of what I had done. And who I had done it with. Seeing just how hard Justin works, motivates me and encourages me to lend more of a helping hand.
Being that we are such a small company, we are forced to wear many hats. And though I find myself scrubbing and prepping screens more often than I'd like, I know that it's for a cause that I believe.
Having sat in on a conference call, I was really touched at the stories of the other chapters. To them, Guerrilla Republik changed their lives. It brought meaning to so many, people who were on the wrong path now channeling their energy into spreading the vision of GRep.
This togetherness brings us all together on all levels. We are a family. I have never felt so welcome by so many total strangers whose only common thread is an image on a 7.2 oz shirt.
The reason this trip was so important to me and why I'll always remember this date is because this was the day that I felt I had transitioned myself from an intern to an actual member of GRep. Something that I can stand behind. I will never forget the words of our new friend-for-life Iz: "Justo, every time to print a t-shirt, you are creating power. These words, our vision, you are making something that will be worn by others and touch many more than that."
Iz had lined up 2 shows for us. We could've (if we wanted to continue working) jumped on the Rock the Bells tour as it coincided with the time we were on the East Coast. We opted out, as we felt we needed an actual vacation after half a summer of hard, hard work.