The Print Shop: Oaf History with Gem
"Going from selling dodgy magazines on a market stall to now has been one hell of a ride, we have also faced floods, fires and organ removal and I think we can safely say that we don’t just sell some product anymore, we have transformed into an international brand, a lifestyle and a creative platform and I am incredibly proud and excited to continue that adventure and spray all of you with the right amount of Eau D’oaf. Or Oaf De toilette.
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Step right up – The Print Shop is open. We’re paying homage to how it all began with a new 8-piece capsule collection of apparel and accessories, featuring illustrated graphics from the mind of Gemma, the King of Oaf. So let’s take it back to circa 2001, where Gem started the brand by selling graphic tees at an East London market alongside classic porno mags. In her own words, she reflects on how Lazy Oaf got started.
‘Let me build you a picture of how I got to this point. I grew up in a pub in Soho and my parents were my business heroes. At the age of 9 I had a sideline in trading Grolsch bottle tops (it was a fashion accessory and I had a large supply) for smelly erasers or snacks, my first entrepreneurial endeavour. Growing up in a pub both my brother and I had time to kill while our parents worked every hour, so we spent it mostly drawing, idly watching 80’s trash tv and being surrounded by characters that were never short of a story. I was a teen in the riot grrl era, an indie girl that was in awe of the new raw bands fronted by strong women, giving zero fucks.
‘I was sneaking into the cinema with a fake ID to watch films like Pulp Fiction which ignited a love of film. At school I took refuge in the art department, smoking cigarettes, and mostly smelling of cheap body spray and polo mints. Creativity has been my constant comfort blanket and where I started to find my peoples, my gang, my tribe. I later went to university, the first person in my family to do so. I studied print design, a frustrating degree that left me unsure about where it would take me and spent a good chunk of time printing T-shirts for friends, being mostly pissed and wearing vintage clothes with nearly no natural fibre content.’
"Hand drawing my own catalogue, walking into shops with shaky hands and hoping they liked it enough to buy it, to being one of very few girls starting a T-shirt label in a male dominated streetwear scene.
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