I know somewhere there's a hip grandma who survived breast cancer and her transmasc grandson who would love a matching set
This is it. This is the most showjumping-pilled thing I have seen. To everyone who has never had the (dis)pleasure of attending a sponsored jumping event this is what it is like. Shoutout to that one time I went as a kid and a horse was paid for by H&M so that was it's name. "H&M's Finest" or some bullshit. It was only allowed to wear H&M branded horse gear. There it was, jumping over sponsored jumping obstacles in all it's fast fashion glory. It refused to go over an obstacle shaped like a Haribo gummy Bear. The absurdity of life hit me in it's purest form that day. God truly did abandon His creations.