A banana portrayal of Vodka, blending identity and absurdity into a single piece of art.
Vodka’s signature robe, he sits in it, he runs with it, he showers in it, what doesn't he do with it?
Not for everyone. Claimed only by those who can afford to stand apart.
The original. Owned by the first believers, before the crowd arrived.
A deliberate rejection of polish. Raw form, honest lines, no corrections.
