This morning I was rudely awoken by the sound the Hiplin approaching its descent down into the Hipstery’s secret bunker complex.  Usually its just Rikard bringing in tins of spam and cartons of milk, but today he came baring gifts, cotton gifts. With him were new t-shirts from

While not overly proficient in photography I endeavored to photograph just a small number of these specimens before they were placed lovingly in the vaults, ready to be cross checked for compatibility with you ordering folk.