One of my favorite t-shirts. It’s basically blown to bits but I love it. Remember when this was the kind of stuff Banana Republic sold? (Taken with Instagram)
This makes me sad. Banana Republic used to be the BEST army-navy store in the world. I could go there and get Chilean stretchy BDUs, linen shirts, German Tanker pants, a light blazer, mosquito nets, and anything else I needed. I had waterproofed (two layer with a third water barrier sandwiched inside) wool pants from some forlorn nation’s military that were the absolute best ski pants I could ever hope for…so long as you didn’t wipe out.
Banana Republic used to have crap I wanted, not neutered, poor quality, derivative, boring, sad parent facades. It used to have a sense of wonder and adventure in each tacky decorated corner of the store. It used to have fun.