Whether it’s slogans printed across flags or personal style that refuses to be categorised, Glasgow-born multidisciplinary artist Trackie McLeod traces it all back to his roots. For END. LABEL, we talk mum’s influence, the dread of a blank canvas, and being shite at football
“Never been to America, but been in some states,” reads a tartan flag with a Scottish shield in the centre. It’s the unmistakable work of Glasgow-born-and-bred multidisciplinary artist Trackie McLeod. Using painting, sculpture, and text, Trackie has carved out a space for himself, tackling class, identity, and what it means to grow up British. In an industry beset by pretension, Trackie’s work proudly holds humour at its core, never losing sight of where it came from.
Trackie's work has always been about identity on his own terms, about taking what shaped him and turning it into something distinctly his. This instinct to stay rooted while forging a new path makes Trackie McLeod a natural fit with END. LABEL. As we introduce our first full own-brand collection, we called upon people who reflected the same values of the collection: identity, versatility, and the confidence to build personal style.
As Trackie walked the streets of Newcastle in the END. LABEL New Heritage collection, we caught up on how his mum shaped his style, the Total 90 boots he’ll always remember, and more.
"I’ve noticed that, as a family, we take pride in how we present ourselves to the world, especially through clothing."
My mum. She’s always had a strong sense of personal style. At the school gates, she always looked different from the other mums; she wasn’t scared to take a risk. I grew to admire that. Naturally, that urge to differentiate ourselves from our peers filtered down to me and my sister. I’ve noticed that, as a family, we take pride in how we present ourselves to the world, especially through clothing. My mum famously never leaves the house without her ‘face on’ (make-up), even though she starts work at 4am. Legend.
Yes, staring at a blank canvas gives me the same sense of dread as not knowing what to wear.
It wouldn’t be very multidisciplinary of me to choose one, but I do have a soft spot for found objects.
Probably mixing smart and casual. Loafers with tracksuits, trainers with suits. Gay geezer.
I always think about this pair of red Total 90 boots I had. I was shite at football, but I wore them to death as a fashion statement. Was I pre-empting their return to streetwear? Who knows. I wore them until one mysteriously disappeared (my mum binned it).