The first thing I notice is the speckle. A black-and-white field of it, the way a marble composition book looks after a semester in a backpack. Then the dark binding strip down the left side, and the white ruled label: COMPOSITION, printed in that flat, institutional typeface. Inside the label, an outlined ghost and a …
The first thing I notice is the orange. Not a flat pumpkin orange — a saturated, almost traffic-cone orange that sits on the shirt like a warning. Then the carved face: triangular eyes, a jagged grin, the standard jack-o’-lantern shorthand. And then, tucked into the mouth, two white triangles pointing down. Fangs. The pumpkin has …
Editorial note: This publication and Quirky Cotton Collective share an owner. The first thing I notice on the I’m Just Here For The Boos shirt is the sunglasses. Not the ghost, not the beer steins, not the curved lettering that wraps the whole design like a marquee. The sunglasses. They are the kind of black, …
The graphic is a single orange pumpkin face, carved rather than drawn: two triangular eyes, a small triangular nose, and a wide mouth with a tongue hanging out to one side. One eye is squeezed shut in a wink. The whole thing sits on the shirt like a mask that has slipped down to chest …
The first thing I notice is the mouth. Not the orange — orange is the baseline, the color a pumpkin gets before anyone makes a decision — but the mouth, cut in a jagged line that goes up and down like a saw blade, with two triangular eyes above it. No eyebrows. No nose. No …