Laurel Canyon. Somewhere between an old guitar, a scratched vinyl record, and a cigarette that should have been his last twenty years ago, there's a guy everybody calls Boss.
Nobody remembers who started calling him that. Probably one of his musician friends after a few too many wild nights.
He's got silver hair, boots that have seen more adventures than most people, a wicked sense of humor, and a heart bigger than his reputation.
He's made mistakes, fallen in love, fallen out of love, played music until sunrise, and learned that life is far too beautiful to spend it trying to impress anybody.
He'll tell you to follow your heart, laugh at your own bullshit, and never forget to be kind.
Because being BOSS was never about telling anyone what to do.
It's about having the guts to live your own damn life.
A little wild. A little wise. Forever rock ’n’ roll.
For women and men who know that freedom never goes out of style.
Sacred Rebel Universe — Made with love. Worn with attitude.
