BAND TEES

The real part of this job isn’t the shop. It’s the hunt.

Early mornings, late messages, back-and-forth that drags on longer than it should. Digging through piles that smell like time. Pieces that have been worn hard and kept anyway, for reasons you understand the second you find them.

Lately, it's been mostly band tees.

The kind that weren’t made to last this long, but did. Faded, cracked prints, collars that have seen better days. Music memorabila. You don’t find them clean. You find them honest. And they’re getting harder to come by.

We’ve never been interested in the easy option, the reprints, the polished versions, the stuff that looks the part but hasn’t lived it. This is the real thing, or nothing. To keep this kind of a rail takes time and love of the game. More than we’d like to admit. A bit of luck. Sure. A bit of stubbornness. And a fair amount of cash that probably should’ve gone elsewhere.

Tomorrow, we’ll put out a humongous stack of new vintage band tees. Pieces you don’t see often. In some cases, not again.

Each one’s been somewhere. Seen something. Made it this far.

They’ll be on the rack when the doors open.

After that, it’s out of our hands.

If you're keen on learning more about the matter at hand, go check out the Logbook article our mate Theo wrote a while a go, about old band tees.

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