F.O.M – Summer nights drenched in psychedelia, on the grounds of an abandoned school.
Somebody had scrawled “Fuck Our Mom” across the wall — and it exploded into chaos, a roaring laugh among misfits. From that moment sprang a mantra turned legend: F.O.M – fuck our mom.
For a fleeting moment, it became the emblem of a tight-knit crew: the former troublemakers of abandoned schools, the F.O.M Crew.