My god that’s a clean looking sweatshirt. Clean and fresh and sharp and crisp and clean. Fuck me, I’d get some bacon sandwich down that bastard.
Whenever I encounter this kind of curvy, blobular detail on a garm, I see sci-fi. Particularly the 60s-70s vision of the future. All elliptical designs, egg-shaped chairs and tubular travel pods. A world away from the Star Wars ‘used universe’ to come, the globular galaxy… Read More