Imagine wearing this out of the house. Would you run down the street proud of your tee shirt, arms flailing through the air encouraging everyone to stare at your chest?
Imagine wearing this out of the house. Would you run down the street proud of your tee shirt, arms flailing through the air encouraging everyone to stare at your chest? Or would you put a woolly cardigan over your shoulders and then button it up so only a tiny fraction of white poked through?
I’m a nice kind of girl, I wear pyjamas when I’m at home and I hold the door open for Grandmas, but I have found myself forming a love for damn right fatal graphic design on risqué print tee shirts. Have you heard of ‘Fanny and Jessy’, or ‘She Died Of Beauty’, two brands heavily associated with bravery and honesty, with a little bit of light hearted banter brought in to play? I just have, and now I’m obsessed. These two are ruling my tee shirt world. With print such as ‘I Hope You Die Soon’ and ‘Suck It You ….’ scrawled across them, they are not me at all (as you can probably tell from my lack of the f word and my use of dots instead) but they’ve whole-heartedly wooed me with their dark, aggressive graffiti fonts.
Now, let’s just get this straight, I’m not a psychopath or a passive aggressive who vents her anger through garish tee shirts that have obscenities written all over them. I don’t make a habit out of wearing vicious words of attack across my chest. For a start, if my Nanna saw me wearing any of these tops in or out of the house, I think my family would disown me. But there’s something about these tee shirts that I am seriously drawn to.
It all just feels a bit naughty, a bit daring. There’s a saying, isn’t there? ‘Always do what you’re afraid to do.’ And I’m not going to lie, wearing one of these rude tee shirts in front of any other human being is something I’m definitely terrified of doing. But that’s just it. I want one of these tee shirts because they’re naughty. Because they are so not me.
But then again they are horrifically rude. My neighbours are all retired and talk about the cricket for pleasure. Imagine if I stepped out of my front door sporting one of these. Oh lord, am I about to be cautioned by a PCSO for my new found fashion love?