Re-shirt

check this out: "Reinventing the idea of the worn-in t-shirt, re-shirt collects tees with special memories (a shirt worn while making out with a hottie), cleans them, and sells them with an identifying serial number." (re-shirt.net)
GOOD magazine, Mar/Apr 2008

I don't even know where to start on this. Is this the commodification of experience, or what? Meaning is put into these objects by someone else's experience and then you appreciate the experience by buying their tshirt. What? This is completely bizarre.

Here's a story from a shirt that was sold recently:
"Die Sterne" are one of my favourite German bands. I like the saying of this shirt which means "all is so sweet and sugary" . But I don´t like the cut. Hope it fits you better and gives you a sweet look."

It's kind of interesting that people are looking for a more personalized shopping experience. They're longing for community and a story everywhere. There's another social shopping site called This Next, where you can watch what other people are looking at around the world and kind of shop along side them.

Senior Year Tour:

Places I need to go/things I need to do before I graduate:

1. CJ's Hot Wings on Broadway (the dang place opens at 4pm - inconvenient)
2. G&D Pizza (apparently quite cheap and amazing)
3. Generic Nightclub (very very shady - must check it out)
4. Tonic (see Generic)
5. The Wardrobe (thrift store)
6. Universal Thrifts on Old 63
7. TP someone on East Campus

...to be continued.

*the pic is from when we froze Ben Schirmer's underoos and hung them on a line in his front yard my sophomore year.

Place to go when I move back to St. Louis: Treasure Aisles

Treasure Aisles Antique Mall is in Maplewood (like 15-20 min. away from me) and is the place to shop, apparently. Here's an article ("Hunting Treasure") from my beloved St. Louis Magazine about a now-painter who paid his Wash U. tuition by finding "undervalued" goods there.

"So what do the locals love? “What’s called in the trade ‘brown furniture’—1920s reproduction, pseudo-Sheraton or Hepplewhite or Georgian, nice wood but factory-made, the proportions a little off,” he says promptly. Shame curls my entrails. I love brown furniture.

“That and crazy folk-art stuff,” he adds."