I admit, I have a bit of a problem. I wouldn't consider it a fetish nor an addiction, so no worries about any need for an intervention here. But for as long as I can recall dressing myself, I have been a big fan of unique t-shirts.
Ok, ok. Who isn't, right? I mean, we all get a chuckle out of the Urban Outfitters ones ("Visit Philadelphia, Stay For the Crack" with a pic of the Liberty Bell in the middle is still my all-time fave from there). And of course, there is/was the 'hipster' scene where everyone that was anyone is/was paying triple digits for a designer T. Plus, I am a guy, so having a t-shirt tendency is about as common as girls having a preference for a Renee Zellwegger movie over Predator.
I think it all started with a t-shirt I bought/won/got free at a fair, the Hamburg County Fair (outside Buffalo) to be exact, when I was 12ish. It was gray and had this adorable cow (I also had a cow thing) drawn on it with a hat that said something like "1989 Hamburg County Fair" or something. Simple, but ironicish before that was cool and before I even knew what that meant. The material was so comfortable and I wore it for many, many years later, helped by the fact that around this age I started buying everything in XL for no apparent reason.
Then at about 15, when one tends to actually have more say in ones attire due to spending money, I bought THE shirt that more or less defined me for 10 years. It was the iconic 'Spicolli van' Beastie Boys ringer shirt. (That sound you just heard is from my friends that knew me then doing a collective groan. I considered scanning a pic to show it, but thought said friends would also gouge out their eyes.) As much as my friends hated the shirt from seeing it so much, it was also loved just as much and worn by almost every girl I (semi)dated and some of the said friends during this time. Mind you, this was all pre-internet shopping and Cafepress where cool t-shirts were hard to find, especially when you lived in BFE, let alone a Beastie Boys shirt. (I probably don't need to mention I was probably the only Beastie Boys fan in my entire high school, also much to the chagrin of anyone that rode in my Renault.) Sadly, after serving me and many a walk of shame well over those 10 years, I forgot the shirt at a hotel. Of course I tried to contact the hotel to get it back, to no avail.
Also, during college and the new "electronic age", I was able to find and express my clothing attire much more easily in the form of everyone's favorite 90's fad, wearing my favorite band shirt. Between buying them at their concert and the local music stores (the what?!?), I had at least three(3!) Rage Against the Machine t-shirts. Due to this, at some point in this relatively short phase, I overheard some friends refer to me as "the Rage guy" to someone else. I think this made me start to reconsider my RATM t-shirts and probably with much help from my gf at the time, had a "Township Rebellion" before there were "Bulls on Parade" and let the shirts "Sleep Now in the Fire". Ok, quickly moving on...
My t-shirt persona laid dormant for awhile as I entered the workforce. But while on a work trip to California, I got the idea that with all the traveling I do with work and after hours cool bar visiting, I should collect t-shirts from the bars I like. Luckily, this phase only lasted a few months. Although, I still have one last shirt from that era from The Vortex in Atlanta. On one of these trips to LA, I picked up an AC/DC shirt (yeah, still with the bands) and my "I only date crack whores" shirts at Venice Beach, which I usually only break out on special occasions.
This brings me to an important point. I don't care the band, the designer or the irony of the shirt; it shouldn't cost more than another piece of clothing I am wearing. As much as I'd be willing to (K, look away) take $10,000 from SA's college fund to pay for a private concert from AC/DC in my backyard, I refuse to pay $50 for a concert T, sorry guys. T-shirts are by definition supposed to be casual, reflective of the person, and a low brow accessibility. If you pay more than $50 for a t-shit, all it says about you is that you are kind of douchey. Moving along...
With the internet booming, I started to much more easily acquire and meet my t-shirt needs. Via T-Shirt Hell (back in its early days) and Cafe Press. However, after moving toward the much latter half of my 20's, my t-shirt taste got a little more sophisticated. Now, I prefer more original and well designed shirts.
I've purchased a couple shirts from Sheri Moon Zombie, Rob Zombie's wife, from her Total Skull line. Also, I got what appear to one of the last "Sometimes I Worry About Zombies" shirts from Tinaseamonster. I was actually contemplating the end of my t-shirt buying days. That is, until today, when in a span of 30 minutes, I came across two sites that completely turned me back into that 15 year old kid.
The first is Mondo Tees, which I think is out of Texas. I can't decide to get the Swedish Nurses shirt from their vintage porn collection or BadAss Grindhouse Girl from their BadAss collection. The also have this funny one...
Then when checking out Lenore's site, she tipped me off to a friend of Daniel's (you should remember these two from my Frankfurt Halloween post) who is a designer. Alfalfa-Seeds designer Raphael has done a super cool '7 Deadly Sins' collection. I can't decide between 'Lujuria' (lust) or 'Soberbia' (pride), although given the tone of this post, I think lust seems to be the obvious choice.
Well, at least you all know what to get me for Christmas now. But what is your favorite t-shirt you have either owned or thought was clever?



