You wake up in a city where everyone looks the same, dresses the same, and chases the same dreams. There’s a clock ticking, telling you when to wake up, when to work, when to eat, when to pretend you’re okay. Time-Place doesn’t buy into that. We’re not interested in fitting in or chasing comfort. We’re here to fight.
It’s no secret that Fight Club hit like a gut punch to mainstream culture. A story about men losing their minds to find themselves. A rebellion against the cookie-cutter lifestyle. An unapologetic reminder that sometimes destruction is the purest form of creation.
And that’s where we found ourselves. Lost in the routine, suffocated by expectations, until one day, we stopped caring about the rules. Like Tyler Durden said, “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” That’s when Time-Place was born.
We don’t create sunglasses to make you look pretty. We don’t sell luxury to make you feel above the rest. We build frames for people who don’t give a damn about fitting in. You’ll either get it, or you won’t. Either way, we don’t care. We’re not here for the masses. We’re here for the misfits, the rebels, the ones who’d rather burn it all down than be part of the crowd.
The Fight Club philosophy runs in our veins: Risk everything. Stay raw. Reject perfection. If you wear Time-Place, you’re wearing chaos disguised as clarity. You’re saying to the world, “I know who I am, and I’m not afraid to show it.”
So go ahead, break the mold. Don’t just exist. Make your mark. Live with a chipped tooth, a scar, a story that can’t be bought. You’re not a consumer—you’re a fighter. And Time-Place is the uniform for those who choose to fight.
Welcome to the club. No meetings. No leaders. Just you and your conviction.
First rule of Time-Place? Don’t ask us to fit in. We won’t.