since that night of the re-packing of the suitcase, i have pulled white t-shirts out of my mom and dad’s treasure trove attic. we have dug through dirty piles of junk in vintage warehouses searching for “the one.” and i have begged strangers to buy the t-shirts off of their backs. i also have bought new white t-shirts. a lot of them. but with all due respect - i’ve never found “the one.”
ironically, matt too has always worn the same uniform. he has his stack of sacred vintage tees as well.
we knew from the beginning that we would make the other piece to the uniform: the imogene + willie t-shirt.
here’s to hoping your life is about to get a lot easier.
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