if ever there was an article of clothing i couldn’t live without, it would–without any hint of doubt–be the t-shirt. solid, burn out, embellished with graphics, v-neck, crew neck, slouchy, pocket, no pocket, whatever. as long as it’s buttery soft, and i dig it, the t-shirt is all i need.
i thought this obsession of mine began with the alphabet t’s via urban outfitters from a few years ago (my favorites: “g is for gangsta” and “s is for shorty”–both of which i owned), but after looking through the few baby pictures i managed to finagle away from my mother, every 3rd one or so shows me in a t-shirt. a-ha! see, mom. it is all your fault.
i’m glad to say i never grew out of the t-shirt craze, but i am a tad embarrassed to admit my taste has grown grotesquely more expensive. after i lost an ebay battle (jumped up to $200 FOR A T-SHIRT) for a free city super shop t-shirt designed for the uh huh her CD release, i haven’t stopped searching for that sucker–hoping above all hopes another will re-appear at a fraction of the cost. so far, nada.
in the meantime, i will continue to ogle many a tee, yet purchase only a few. must not be greedy.
my new love.
the captain jack will get you high tonight, right hizzle?
honestly can’t have enough white tees. burn out, too? double bonus. oh, and notice the placement of her tattoo. WANT.
although this has the potential to be overly slouchy pour moi, i can’t get enough of this perfect specimen.
yellow is a pretty horrific color on me, but this is too rad not to want.