2007 Collection - Lookbook
Before group chats, long shifts, and needing a reason to step outside, summers were sunburnt and wild-hearted. They were filled with bike crashes, melting ice cream, and laughter that echoed past the streetlights—long after your parents said to come home. The only thing on your mind was the moment: chasing joy, not clocks. We didn’t know it then, but those small, messy, golden moments would become the memories we hold onto the tightest.
2007 is a time capsule—an era where imagination ran free and limits felt imaginary. It was a world where we wore hand-me-downs like badges, came home sticky, scraped, and smiling, and didn’t need phones to feel connected. Somehow, without even trying, we had everything.
The Toronto Surf Club doesn’t exist.But in 2007, anything did






