T-Shirts
The obsession of near exclusively wearing vintage t-shirts arrived in high school, after my “Hawaiian shirt phase.” The bright colors, typography, goofy graphics… I love all of it.
The more threadbare a t-shirt get over time, the better. I reluctantly retire t-shirts once they become swiss cheese and it’s beyond inappropriate to wear them out in public.
I drove to Mount Rushmore partly to take a selfie while wearing my vintage Mount Rushmore shirt.
On the way I encountered this creepy sign of a t-shirt with a face.
Assortment of t-shirts purchased for Hawaii trip (2022)
Obviously not a local.
I bought this t-shirt of a cockroach playing a grand piano, Roachmaninoff, at a thrift store on my first date with Leeta back in 2003. I wore it for a time, eventually retiring it as it had essentially become a family heirloom.
In 2019 I posted a photo of the shirt to my Instagram page recounting the memory. The post caught the eye of a Hollywood writer, Kathryn, who had their own encounter with Roachmaninoff at a vintage shop ten years prior, but didn’t buy it to their later regret. Kathryn was ecstatic to see my post and reached out, offering a large sum of money for the shirt. As it was a memento of a special moment in my life, I politely declined, but later changed my mind, deciding that paying the shirt forward was the right thing to do. Perhaps this connection over a weird cockroach t-shirt could turn into a project of some kind down the road…
That project has yet to materialize, but weeks after I sent Kathryn the shirt, she mailed back a faithful embroidered recreation sewn by her mother. Complete with anniversary date!