coilhouse, mogwai, battles

about a year ago i said i couldn’t continue wearing tee-shirts because one day in 2010 i looked at myself and saw a grown man wearing shirts he bought at rock shows and record shops…

…and this made me sad.

like when you see a man who’s losing his hair but wears a toupee. my youth is my toupee.

how melodramatic i am, eh?

anyway, over the weekend i finally sorted my clothes. and these three are the tee-shirts i just can’t bear parting with. is this weird?

suppose it’s not like anyone’ll ever say to me i should stop wearing tees because i’m now in my late thirties. but i feel like such a fucking wank when i do. as if i’m trying too hard to…say something? anyway, it’s just fucking clothes.

on the other hand, you should see my slick tie collection.