The Journey of a Hoodie: A Spider Hoodie Travel Diary

From Shelf to Streets – The Life of a Spider Hoodie

This is not your typical fashion feature. It’s a travel journal — told not by a person, but from the perspective of one well-worn Spider Hoodie. From its first fold in a warehouse to its most recent walk along a rainy Seattle dock, this hoodie has been places. This is its story.

Chapter 1 – Born in Brooklyn

Warehouse, Red Hook, Brooklyn, NY

I was folded for weeks.

I wore the soft cotton, deep black, webbed design Spider Hoodie stitched just right. Tagged, sorted, shipped. I was one of hundreds, but the moment that kid in Crown Heights slipped me on — something sparked. He wore me while sketching sneakers and playing streetball on warm autumn nights. We went everywhere: bodegas, rooftop cookouts, subway rides at 2 a.m.

He left me behind on a laundromat bench. I didn’t stay there long.

Chapter 2 – A New Beat in Atlanta

Atlanta, GA

Next came a college DJ. She found me and gave me new rhythm.

We spun vinyl in dorm basements. Studied in libraries. Watched fireworks from the hood of her car in Centennial Park. She spilled ramen on me once — apologized like I was a friend.

She loaned me to a roommate for a late-night walk and I never saw her again.

Chapter 3 – Road Trip Through the Rockies

Denver → Salt Lake → Boise

He was a van-lifer. Bearded, barefoot, and brave.

Tossed me on the passenger seat like I’d always been there. We listened to jazz and silence, saw lightning fork through Wyoming skies. I got soaked, dried on a dashboard, and got dusty again.

He traded me to a girl for a sketchbook. I didn’t mind.

Chapter 4 – Portland Rain, Seattle Fog

Portland, OR, and Seattle, WA

Poets love me. Artists. Night walkers. Drifters.

In Portland, I was wrapped up in spoken word nights. Carried rolled cigarettes and paint pens in my pockets. In Seattle, I caught ferry winds and bookstore musk.

A writer scribbled a short story on my sleeve. I still feel the ink.

Chapter 5 – Texas Heat, New York Cold

Austin, TX → New York, NY

I’ve handled both.

Austin gave me barbecue, outdoor concerts, and love. That couple passed me back and forth like I was part of their routine — and I was. I caught tears during their last hug.

Then came New York again. Different borough. Different owner. This time, a fashion student. She cut off my sleeves, put me in fishnets. Called me vintage. I didn’t mind the transformation.

Chapter 6 – A Hoodie and a Dream in Los Angeles

Hollywood Hills, CA

He was a screenwriter. I heard the drafts first.

We paced through Griffith Park. Sat through rejection emails. Celebrated small wins. I became a creative companion — worn during brainstorms, edits, and naps on couches.

Eventually, he left me at a wrap party. Someone else picked me up. Of course, Spider Hoodies are valuable.

Final Entry – The Hoodie that Keeps Going

People change. Seasons shift. Cities swell and fade.

But the spider sweatpants Spider Hoodie endures. Because I adapt. I comfort. I collect stories.

I’ve hugged nervous interviewees in Chicago, braved sandstorms in Nevada, swayed with dancers in New Orleans. I’ve held heartbreak, joy, pizza grease, Sharpie doodles.

Wherever I go, I become part of the scenery — never the headline, but always in the frame.