Clothes send a powerful message to the people allowed to look at your face and body. For example, Alexander Wang says “Hello, I am doing the bare minimum to get through this day,” while Alexander McQueen says “Yes, I know this shouldn’t be capable of gracing human skin but somehow I make it acceptable.”
Well, sometimes I don’t want my clothes to send any message. Sometimes I just want a completely blank canvas to work with, and don’t even suggest yoga pants because I don’t have fucking yoga pants. (It is one of the infinite benefits of having your yoga instructor make house calls.) Anyway, what I do have is an intern whose only job is to monitor a Google Alert on Kanye West, and yesterday morning the solution to my problem materialized:
That is the “Hip Hop Tee,” a collaborative design by Kanye and A.P.C. I would have bought thirteen right then and there if it was offered in XXXS, but there were only like three mediums and an XL left, so I decided against it. But it did awaken a desire inside of me – a desire for the perfect not quite fitted, almost invisible white T-shirt. I had to find it.
Very nice; not sure about the pocket.
Of course Gwyneth has a restrained, elegant entry.
A little busy, but it’ll do.
Also sold out?! Am I late to this???
Not sure how I feel about this one.
Here it is, search is over. This shows the perfect amount of boob shadow, will still be high contrast with my skin tone even though I haven’t tanned since I was thirteen, and is at a price point I feel comfortable with. Namaste.