Vintage 80s 90s Pink and Black Stripe T-Shirt | Unisex Retro Tee | Made in USA | Boxy Fit Cotton Shirt | Soft Grunge Y2K Streetwear
$50.00
It was somewhere between the back of a van and the edge of the Pacific when I first saw it—sun setting low, surfboards clattering, and someone yelling about burritos.
He stepped out in this. No logos. No agenda. Just stripes—bold, pink and black—moving like Morse code across soft, sun-faded cotton. The kind of shirt worn not for flash, but for feel. Loose-fitting, boxy, like every great beach tee from the late ’80s. The ones you’d steal from your older brother or find on the floor of a desert thrift shop, still smelling like sea salt and rebellion.
You don’t find shirts like this anymore. You discover them.
100% cotton. Made in the USA.
For those whose best memories were made barefoot. Size medium
He stepped out in this. No logos. No agenda. Just stripes—bold, pink and black—moving like Morse code across soft, sun-faded cotton. The kind of shirt worn not for flash, but for feel. Loose-fitting, boxy, like every great beach tee from the late ’80s. The ones you’d steal from your older brother or find on the floor of a desert thrift shop, still smelling like sea salt and rebellion.
You don’t find shirts like this anymore. You discover them.
100% cotton. Made in the USA.
For those whose best memories were made barefoot. Size medium
It was somewhere between the back of a van and the edge of the Pacific when I first saw it—sun setting low, surfboards clattering, and someone yelling about burritos.
He stepped out in this. No logos. No agenda. Just stripes—bold, pink and black—moving like Morse code across soft, sun-faded cotton. The kind of shirt worn not for flash, but for feel. Loose-fitting, boxy, like every great beach tee from the late ’80s. The ones you’d steal from your older brother or find on the floor of a desert thrift shop, still smelling like sea salt and rebellion.
You don’t find shirts like this anymore. You discover them.
100% cotton. Made in the USA.
For those whose best memories were made barefoot. Size medium
He stepped out in this. No logos. No agenda. Just stripes—bold, pink and black—moving like Morse code across soft, sun-faded cotton. The kind of shirt worn not for flash, but for feel. Loose-fitting, boxy, like every great beach tee from the late ’80s. The ones you’d steal from your older brother or find on the floor of a desert thrift shop, still smelling like sea salt and rebellion.
You don’t find shirts like this anymore. You discover them.
100% cotton. Made in the USA.
For those whose best memories were made barefoot. Size medium
It was somewhere between the back of a van and the edge of the Pacific when I first saw it—sun setting low, surfboards clattering, and someone yelling about burritos.
He stepped out in this. No logos. No agenda. Just stripes—bold, pink and black—moving like Morse code across soft, sun-faded cotton. The kind of shirt worn not for flash, but for feel. Loose-fitting, boxy, like every great beach tee from the late ’80s. The ones you’d steal from your older brother or find on the floor of a desert thrift shop, still smelling like sea salt and rebellion.
You don’t find shirts like this anymore. You discover them.
100% cotton. Made in the USA.
For those whose best memories were made barefoot. Size medium
He stepped out in this. No logos. No agenda. Just stripes—bold, pink and black—moving like Morse code across soft, sun-faded cotton. The kind of shirt worn not for flash, but for feel. Loose-fitting, boxy, like every great beach tee from the late ’80s. The ones you’d steal from your older brother or find on the floor of a desert thrift shop, still smelling like sea salt and rebellion.
You don’t find shirts like this anymore. You discover them.
100% cotton. Made in the USA.
For those whose best memories were made barefoot. Size medium