It’s Wednesday - treat yourself.
From the Andrew W.K. store:
"Super rare, limited edition, super super bright flourescent neon green. "I’M PARTYING" printed loud and clear in white."
There’s something hilarious about the bold-yet-not-really-bold proclamation this shirt makes. If you’re at a party, a club, a bar, whatever, beer in hand, presumably you’re partying. Shirt or no shirt.
So something tells me the best place to wear this would be a less obvious location. Like, a funeral. A factory farm. A Monday morning staff meeting where layoffs are announced. Or even maybe, you’re out in the woods alone Walden-style, looking out over a beautiful gorge and pondering humanity.
Which brings me to the question… if you’re partying in the woods and no one hears you, are you really partying?
the most common lie is that which one lies to himself; lying to others is relatively an exception.
— nietzsche (via visual-poetry)