Indomitable - SOLD OUT!
Indomitable - SOLD OUT!
Indomitable - SOLD OUT!
Indomitable - SOLD OUT!

Indomitable - SOLD OUT!

Regular price $24.00

Reduced from the launch price of $44.00. "Indomitable" from Firebreather Athletics™ screams confidence and demands respect. A custom black mineral wash contrasts beautifully against the gray and red water based print. Each garment was hand dyed and washed to create a unique and individual look. The front and back of the garment clearly display the poem "IF" from Rudyard Kipling. Edged out and imposed throughout the design is the word "Indomitable" in a red and gray water based print. The official tagless Firebreather inside label is printed with both red and gray to complement the artwork on the outside of the garment. The garment was finished with a softening wash to create the ultimate in wearability and comfort. Only one hundred of these garments were made ensuring you a limited edition "Athletically Inspired Work of Art!" Welcome to the Firebreather family. 

"IF" by Rudyard Kipling 

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same; 
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!