The Missing Link Between Sweaters And Jackets
The skull. Long has it been a symbol of warning. Which is odd, since
we all have one. Plus skulls are cool. Look how many times a year we
print them on shirts. Hey, some people out there have whole wardrobes
made of nothing but skull clothes. Maybe that’s to show everyone how
tough they are, or maybe it’s just because they have limited fashion
sense. We’re not here to judge or point fingers. Unless the fingers
have been flayed and left overnight on an anthill to remove excess
muscle and tendons. Then we’re all about it.
So, then, the
skull. It means “don’t drink this poison” and “run away from this ship”
but also means “the owner of this bandana is x-treem” and “this band
probably has no clarinet player”. It makes little kids cover their eyes
but then look through their fingers anyway, teaching them an important
life lesson regarding plausible deniability. What is it about this
calcium briefcase for the brain that the modern world finds so
compelling? Does anyone really know?
This shirt was designed by: Aj Dimarucot,
a graphic artist based in Manila, Philippines. He is listed a part of
“a growing group of contemporary artists that have blurred the
boundaries between art and design” which is sort of like how the tomato
blurs the line between vegetable and fruit. And who doesn’t appreciate
a tomato? Especially one that held his first solo show in 2006 and has
seen his designs appear on furniture, lamps, t-shirts, pins,
cellphones, and in books from the U.K., Australia and New Zealand?
That’ll do, tomato. That’ll do.
Wear this shirt:
when skipping home from a date, full of joy, leaping from lamppost to
lamppost and splashing through puddles, a song on your lips and a smile
in your heart. Try that in any other shirt, you’ll get mugged in about
Don’t wear this shirt: if you’re a nudist. Really, we shouldn’t have to point that out. Don’t they have a handbook or something?
This shirt tells the world: “I dropped out of art school!”
We call this color: Because I Could Not Stop For Death, He Kindly Stopped For Me; The Carriage Held But Just Ourselves, Hey Look, An Asphalt Tee
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