THE BLAQ STORE

Explore the stories behind each piece. To place an order, click below to visit our store.
What This is  This isn’t merch for the sake of it. It’s not hype. It’s heritage. Every piece in the Blaq Store carries weight. A nod to where we come from, and who we carry forward. We wear it not to be seen. We wear it to remember. 
Supporting Something BiggerEvery Lucky-01 shirt includes a £2.50 donation to Scotty’s Little Soldiers — the charity for bereaved British Forces children and young people. But that’s just the surface. Blaq Cat is a proud Two-Star Hero Member of Scotty’s Business Heroes Club, committing support every month, no matter how many shirts we sell.  No fine print. No percentages. Just support.
The Lucky Line  (Heritage Series) “From legend, to legacy — now yours to carry".
He started as a carved fingertip-sized cat. Passed through quiet hands. Kept close in times where nothing else held steady. A silent witness to grit, luck, and the will to make it happen Lucky isn’t just a name — it’s a legacy. A symbol of strength through uncertainty. Of showing up when it matters most. This is where Blaq Cat begins. We built this company the same way: Off-grid, off-script, and against the odds. No safety net. No shortcuts. Just sheer determination — and a bit of Lucky in our pocket. Now, we’re handing that feeling forward. So anyone, anywhere, can carry their own piece of Blaq Cat. For luck. For comfort. For hope. As a reminder that peace is earned — whether inner or outer — never stop pushing Wear it. Carry it. Gift it. Be Blaq Cat.
Heroes Line  (Lest We Forget Series) A tribute to those who served  — and the families who carry their names.
The Heroes Line was never meant to be designed. It was earned. Each piece in this series honours the men and women behind the mission. They stepped forward without guarantees and stood their ground when the odds were at their worst. This isn’t about uniforms. It’s about what they carried. Responsibility. Resolve. And something to come home for. We’ve taken their legacy, their roles, their quiet bravery — and built this line to remember them properly.  No overdesign. No theatrics.  Just weight. Story. Honour. Named for the Boorman brothers  Albert Eric of 40 Squadron. Bobby of 419. (KIA) Don of 201.  They never asked to be remembered. But we remember them anyway. Wear it not to be noticed. Wear it so they aren’t forgotten. Lest we forget.
Flight Lieutenant, Albert Eric BoormanAG, No.40 Squadron RAF (Bomber Command, Wellington) Rear Gunner. Last eyes. First target.Eric didn’t sign up to be a hero — he signed up because it had to be done. Posted to 40 Squadron, flying Wellington bombers out of Alconbury until posted to RAF Luqa in Malta, he took the loneliest seat in the sky: rear gunner.  45 ops. Shot down twice. Survived five days missing in action. walking back to base in the desert. Eric rose through eight ranks in four years. When they finally grounded him, he didn’t stop. He taught. As Chief Instructor at the RAF Central Gunnery School, he trained the next generation of gunners to track, fire, and survive against fast-moving aircraft. He never boasted. He never broke. We don’t just honour him We carry him in everything we build.
Sergeant, Robert "Bobby" Boorman (KIA)FE, No. 419 Squadron RCAF (Bomber Command, Lancaster)  Lancaster Flight Engineer. Moosemen don’t miss.Bobby flew with the Canadians — 419 Squadron, the “Moosemen.” He served as Flight Engineer / co-pilot aboard Lancaster bombers — at just 20 he was young, sharp, relentless. The sky lit with searchlights, the flak thick, Bobby stayed on task. He didn’t make it home. His aircraft was lost in combat, and his story was nearly silenced — but not on our watch. His name is etched in stone. And stitched into the legacy we wear. Bobby’s with us.
Pilot Officer, Donald BoormanWOP/AG, No.201 Squadron RAF (Coastal Command, Sunderland)Over open water, always watching.Don didn’t chase glory — he hunted threats no one could see. Serving in RAF Coastal Command’s 201 Squadron, Don flew in the mighty Sunderland, skimming the Atlantic, guarding the convoys. Patience, precision, presence. While others looked forward, he looked outward. He made it through. Brought his calm home. And laid down a quieter kind of strength we still draw from. Another link in the Boorman chain we never break.
Wear what they flew. Carry what they gave.
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