Top - c/o This is a Love Song, Shorts - sweatpants from Target cut off, Shoes - Jeffrey Campbell via Karmaloop (NOT recommended -- broke an hour after I put them on and I had to Gorilla Glue 'em back together >:|), Bodychain - eBay
This shirt is called the "Home Run" top by This is a Love Song. They're a cool little relatively new company and I love their stuff! Of course, my first instinct is to want to change the name of the shirt to be "Run Home (From the Cops)" because I'm a brat -- while I appreciate co-opting athleticism for current trend, I prefer not to co-opt anything beyond the aesthetics, I guess. I did that once when I was a teenager, run from the cops, I mean. I was at a house party that got broken up by the police for noise complaints and underaged drinking and a bunch of us ran stoned through the house from the cops, then hopped the back fence into an adjacent school, where we hid in a playset until they got bored and left. In retrospect, it isn't that exciting, but at the time, it was the kind of thing that seemed to make our blood pump twofold through our veins and we couldn't contain the grins on our faces, stretching from ear to ear while we struggled not to giggle into the cold night air, the plastic from the playset wet from the sprinklers, soaking through our clothes as we lied flat against every surface, trying to disappear but feeling larger than life and certainly too large to vanish like that and not exist. There's a charm about that kind of thing when you're young -- like there's a whole life of possibility out there and maybe in an alternate world you'd be running from the cops all the time and in your head, just for a moment, it's exciting and romantic and not real life and not at all scary or a destructive lifestyle choice or something bad like that, like it was for your cousin who ended up in jail that nobody talks about anymore at Thanksgiving dinners. Instead, it's just magic.
This shirt has nothing to do with that story, really, I guess.