Memories...

When I think of the t-shirt, my mind flashes back to a setting somewhere in the 90’s. This is my childhood that either held placement in this era of time, or not at all. It was almost a uniform back then, jeans and a t-shirt in a blur of skinned knees and stick on tattoos. I think I grew up some time back then; at least a little. I think I learnt something back then; at least a little. I think my knees recovered some time back then; at least a little. You can beg to differ and you know what you’re probably right. I guess once the t-shirts faded in the wash, so did the uniform. Formerly those days ended and my t-shirt memory’s dissolved any outline of innocence for even an atom to join to. I soon found myself playing under trees in new scenarios where my t-shirts were washed for more privet reasons. If anything I think that in reality the innocence of our childhood is lost in a t-shirt. It once resembled something pure and clean, but now the t-shirt for me plays an almost degrading role in my wardrobe. Maybe that’s why I barley where them. I think this idea is best summed up in the 1995 film Kids, written by Harmony Korine and directed by Larry Clark.