The t-shirt thief strikes again!



This is too much. For years I have been followed around the world by a t-shirt thief. Some of you will have had the missfortune to hear me rant about him, usually with a pint or two inside me, wistful feelings of regret over t-shirts past, old t-shirts I loved and cannot find anymore.

In 1998 Michael and I went to NYC. I came back laden with Stüssy t-shirts, and within a few months one was kidnapped - a grey t shirt with a lion motif. A few years later it was followed by a limited edition white Stüssy shirt with a cartoon drawing of Bruce Lee on it. I had a shock sitting on the 49 bus one day when I saw a young asian guy wearing the same shirt - it took all my composure not to confront him then and there, but he was bigger than me and I'm sure it wasn't the very same one.

My very first Diesel t shirt went the same way - a blue t shirt that came in a pot, the D logo smeared from an encounter with an iron.

Since then my wardrobe has been targeted with a cold precision - months will pass, a false sense of security grows, and then bam! I've been followed from North to South London, to California and now Kentucky. I've hung all my clothes in one of the two closets in our bedroom, arranged by colour, and missing from there is my grey NIH shirt. I also thought my Scripps t-shirt was gone too, and that the perp had switched his MO and was now targeting science shirts, but in the course of writing this entry Elle has pointed out my leaving present atop the tumble dryer. OK. But I'm telling you, there's someone out there, dressed in my clothes.

Posted: Sun - August 15, 2004 at 08:10 pm        

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