Author Archives: Tina Hanson

The first thing the shirt shows is not a cat. It is a notification. A white rounded banner, the kind that slides down from the top of a phone screen, carries a small bell icon and a single line of … Continue reading →

Editorial note: This publication and Quirky Cotton Collective share an owner. This is not an independent review. The first thing the shirt asks you to read is not the ghost. It is the word COMPOSITION, set in white on a … Continue reading →

Editorial note: Number Nine and Quirky Cotton Collective share an owner. The face is orange, carved, and entirely unbothered. One eye is a closed crescent — a wink — and the mouth is a wide, jagged grin with a tongue … Continue reading →

The first thing I notice is the soil. Not the smiling carrot, not the radish with its face tilted like a child in a school photograph, not the beet or the onion. The soil. It is drawn as a thin, … Continue reading →

The first thing to notice about the Cat Daddy shirt is that the cat is doing grammatical work. In the native garment preview, the word Daddy sits below a cat silhouette, and the letters C and T flank that silhouette … Continue reading →

The first thing the eye finds is not the cat. It is the word GREETINGS, arched across the top of the print in blue-purple letters that look inflated, almost balloon-like, each one given a dimensional edge so it reads as … Continue reading →

The graphic is an orange jack-o’-lantern face: two round eyes, a heart-shaped nose, and a smiling mouth. That is the whole of it. No lettering, no border, no second pumpkin, no moon. The face sits on the shirt the way … Continue reading →

An offer to exhibit in another city, with no travel budget attached, is not automatically a bad offer. It is a prompt to read the agreement closely. The absence of a travel line tells you something about how the venue … Continue reading →

The first thing the shirt shows you is a boast. I GOT THAT DOG IN ME, set in cream capitals across the chest, split above and below the picture so the sentence wraps the image rather than sitting beside it. … Continue reading →

The shirt reads TWEEDLE DEE across the chest, and beneath it, in smaller type, I’M WITH DUM. A left-pointing arrow sits somewhere in the composition, aimed at whoever stands to the wearer’s left. That is the whole design. Two lines … Continue reading →