
There are a few of these American Apparel shirts in my drawer. Despite the weird hipster-ness and near-Emporer’s-New-Clothes nothingness of most of their men’s stuff, I do dig the shirts. They’re well made and consistent, they always fit well, and I haven’t had a single one go mis-shapen on me yet!
I picked this one up on an outing to London which turned from a day trip to an overnighter. After spending an uncomfortable night with three of us jammed into a colleague’s hotel room I needed some fresh clothes to wear, so after a quick trip to AA, I had a t-shirt, pair of underpants and sport socks all in this dashing fuschia colour. Dipped and ready to face the day!
This is one of the few shirts I own that is not a medium; it’s a small as I was getting into skinny jeans when I bought it.
The best thing about this tee is that it now has a very special memory associated with it. Since starting this blog my wife gave birth to a beautiful little girl, Jet Reiko, at home. This was the t-shirt I was wearing throughout Helen’s labour and the birth of my first child. It’s defo put the t-shirt up the favourite scale a few notches!