33,00 €
Existence is kinda weird, right? Like, all of your reality blocks have floated across the ocean of time, and now they’re taking a beach holiday and you’re the sand castle. And then there’s the final tide issue. Memento Mori can be a call of doom, or a celebration of limits that add up to you. Either way, don’t die naked, wear a fancy shirt.
Our products are made for everyone. Choose a smaller size for a tighter fit, or go larger for a relaxed feel. The longer sizes may even be worn as a dress if you're a compact type. Check the size guide for measurements!
A. Height
B. Width
XS
68,6 cm
41,9 cm
S
71,1 cm
45,7 cm
M
73,7 cm
50,8 cm
L
76,2 cm
55,9 cm
XL
78,7 cm
61,0 cm
2XL
81,3 cm
66,0 cm
Height is measured from the highest point of the top shoulder seam to the bottom of the shirt.
Width is measured from the fullest part of your chest.
Product measurements are provided by the shirt manufacturer and may vary up to 5 cm.
100% cotton. The weave is like a morning after a good night's sleep; soft, light, and stretchy.
Delivery takes 1-3 weeks, in most cases 1,5 weeks. Each item is produced after you've ordered, so that they are made just for you. Our products ship during workdays. Shipping costs are defined by the selected delivery method, possible extra services, shipment weight, and size. The shipping costs can be seen during checkout before confirming the order.
You have the right to change or return ordered products within 14 days of receiving the order, but we cannot offer it completely for free. You will have to pay for the postage of the return as we are a teeny tiny business without a warehouse, and so we’ll have to find a new home for it, probably for no money in a friend's closet. They like it, our wallets not so much.
Blank product sourced from Nicaragua, Mexico, Honduras, or the US. Weaving: India, South Korea. Dyeing: El Salvador, California. Manufacturing: Nicaragua, Mexico, Honduras, or the US. Contains 0% recycled polyester, and 0% dangerous substances.
The mind ☿ and the soul 🜍, released by the chaos of our perishing body 🜔, all turning into no-thing, returning to the All. Death invites that which is separate, into the unity of the opposites, the solitary fountainhead we all call home.
