This ain’t your daddy’s short sleeve. 100% cotton, light as your last excuse (3.5 oz), tailored fit like it was cut with a switchblade. This is the kind of shirt you wear when you’re ready to lose a job or get a number, maybe both.
Double chest pockets for stashing notes you'll never send. Front and back yokes that say I’ve been through something. Marble snaps that feel like they’ve got attitude
and a corozo button at the collar like a quiet threat.
Stitched in the U.S.A., like old records and better sins
Buy it, wear it, ruin it.
