Description

An homage to all people of the diaspora who grew up as kids hiding their homemade food at lunch because it “smells funny” to other kids. Whose grandfathers left to them not money, but favorite butcher knives from the old country. Who can fuck up some rice with chopsticks, a jook spoon, fork. Who put black bean chili oil on all dishes. Who haven’t forgotten how to eat with their hands.

• 100% cotton
• Ash is 99% cotton, 1% polyester
• Sport Grey is 90% cotton, 10% polyester
• Pre-shrunk
• Shoulder-to-shoulder taping