Here’s a confession. Despite what my t-shirt is telling you, I don’t like Def Leppard. Not a bit. In fact, most of their songs make me want to pop an Advil and (with the exception of Pour Some Sugar on Me) I would probably change the station if I stumbled upon their tunes on the radio. But, you see, in the case of this shirt, along with the Def Leopard comes that faded British flag logo, that cool yellow font … all plastered on a soft, buttery cotton slim-fit muscle tee. So. I guess I’m in a bit of a band bind.
Because none of the bands that make up my Spotify playlists (Old Crow Medicine Show, Nathaniel Ratliff & The Night Sweats, The Avett Brothers to name a few) are replete with fashionable logos and those logos are definitely not found on comfy Chaser tees. It’s a pickle. Or maybe I’m just a poser. Either way I don’t mind. I will just keep playing the part … walking down my suburban sidewalk, with my coifed hair, wearing my professionally tattered jeans, store-bought distressed sneakers and maybe fool a person or two into thinking that’s Hysteria playing on my iPod.
Top here // Jeans last seen here // Shoes here (but sizes spotty) and similar here and here.
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I really enjoyed your perspective on this…so much fun!