Up first: the Banana Republic tee.
I have had one of these t-shirts in my wardrobe since 1992. Father Hand bought me a light grey marl version with a dark green logo when I visited him in Florida over Christmas that year. I wore it throughout my teen years.
(In 2004 I was coming to the end of a phase of trying to get my picture taken with as many policemen as possible. I don't remember why I got into this phase, but I do have a lot of pictures of me with policemen.)
When I returned to live with Father Hand in 2000, I came back with (I think) three such t-shirts, having worn the original into rags. I had them in dark blue, dark red and dark grey. The dark blue and dark red are both long gone but this grey one remained.
It has reached the end of its life as a t-shirt. It was worn to holes around the neck, hem and underarm stitching. I put it on at the gym last week and almost had second thoughts about wearing it, partly because who goes to the gym in rags and because one catch on a handlebar or weight and I feared the whole thing would rip away from me and I would then have to stop going to that gym. So, I washed it one last time and then chopped it neatly into squares to use as mini whiteboard rubbers at school. In fact, I did that before I remembered to take a picture. But I'm keeping the logo.
Happily, due to the world we live in now, I found another one online second-hand for under a tenner, so that's basically an unbroken ownership streak of 34 years for this t-shirt style.
(Update on this: said t-shirt was apparently shop-lifted out of the shop the day before I bought it, so my streak is broken. If anybody sees one for sale...)
Pigeon attack, Venice, 1993.
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