a.k.a. where we proceed to profess that we’d love to make cute, little t-shirt babies with Hiro Clark. Cute. Little. T-shirt babies.
Consider the following: a t-shirt, soaked in the swimming pool of Chateau Marmot Hotel filled with the tears of failed Hollywood dreams and starlets, crystallized from hang drying, and made from super high quality cotton. Salty.
Where the concept could easily come off as totally “art project,” the quality of the t-shirts screamed at us all like, “BABY, YOU KNOW YOU WANT ME,” and we were all like, “no, yeah, WE KNOW, WE KNOW, WE KNOWWWW, you’re right, we DO want your soft-to-the-touch cotton. TOUCH US NOW.”
(should we ever actually scream at a t-shirt, please take every measure to worry about us; REGARDLESS, though, this is all meant to say, what could come off as contrived, really is far from)
Only t-shirts. For every one design, they make twelve. Meaning, once they’re gone, they’re gone. Meaning, also, an experience of mini panic attacks, given that if we like a design, it might be SOLD OUT. NO. NO. NOON. STOP THIS NIGHTMARE.
In the spirit of the megaphone treatment, Hiro Clark‘s a brand we’d recommend you keep your eyes on.
So, yes, we’d love to make little t-shirt babies with Hiro Clark.
Chris: Tee ‘Highs And Lows’ Hiro Clark
Brock: Tee ‘Salty’ Hiro Clark