I was born in Ecuador, raised in Spain, and hardened in the Netherlands. I never quite fit in—and you know what? Fuck it. Some people looked at me like I was some freak, talked to me like I didn’t belong. But I realized something: I don’t need to fit in anywhere. I make my own place.

When I got to the Netherlands, I didn’t speak a damn word of the language. I tried, but whatever came out of my mouth sounded twisted. In my head, everything made sense… but when I spoke, it was a joke. They laughed. I’d swallow my pride or sometimes fight. Only my dog listened to me on those shitty walks. But right there, I told myself: this is not how my story ends, damn it.

I got back on my feet. Grew a pair. Built my circle of friends. And to this day, we’re still standing. I graduated, worked my ass off, and then 2024 came and hit me like a freight train. My parents split up, I started taking care of my sisters and my mom, got kicked out of my house. All at once. Pure fucking chaos… but in that chaos, I found fire.

I started creating again. Imagining. Pouring out everything I had inside. I realized clothes aren’t just clothes. They hit like a sick beat that pounds in your chest. That’s how Skuntur was born: from my scars, my vision, and the urge to finally make the world fucking listen.

I didn’t start making shirts for fashion. The goal is to make a mark. Every piece says something. It speaks for those without a voice. For the ones who come from the bottom and still walk with their heads held high.

That’s when JB showed up. My lifelong brother. The most disciplined person I know. A damn soldier. And that’s when I knew this isn’t just mine adventure.

Skuntur isn’t a brand. It’s a fucking manifesto. It’s rage, it’s art, it’s pride. It’s for those who’ve eaten shit and kept walking tall. For the ones who don’t just want to live… but want to build something real, something that makes them feel alive and fulfilled.

I’m Skun. I come from nothing. But I walk like I know where I’m going—because I know who I am and what I want.

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I'm the son of two immigrant parents. We left Ecuador in search of a better future in Spain. Ironically, that future led my mom to raise my sister and me alone in a country a bit further north: Belgium.

Working in the capital of Europe, from Monday to Monday, just so we could have a decent life—and I’ll always be grateful to her for that.

She used to tell me I had to study so I wouldn’t end up like her. Even more ironic, coming from the person who gave me everything and made sure we lacked nothing.

Why wouldn’t I want to be like her?

When I wasn’t studying or taking care of my sister or cousins, I used to play guitar and sing. I loved it. But over time, I began to believe I didn’t have any special talent. Maybe music didn’t love me the way I loved it.

Once I started university, I shut the world out on purpose. Locked in a room, grinding day and night—maybe I wasn’t that smart, but I refused to quit. I buried myself in numbers and theories, chasing a future that never really felt like mine.

In that silence, I trained my mind. My only companions were energy drinks, beats, and raw verses—rappers and singers saying what I didn’t know how to express.

Finally, I made it. I crossed the finish line—but the cost was high: friendships, health, love. And when I got there? The reward felt empty. That life, that career… it wasn’t mine.

So I flipped the script. Took the only thing that was mine—my discipline—and turned it into music.The only thing that was always there with me.

Skun and I decided to team up because we share a common goal: to leave a mark. But this time, as a team. Music, clothing, art… different ways to shout to the world: I’m here!

I'm JB, and this is my story.