Die-Dye

Inspired by the exposed undershirt of a Harley rider after a midnight cruise in Alabama, our brightly splotched tops are the talk of the town, from Blackpool to Woollhara. Each shirt is carefully pulled over an illuminated panel in such exotic, insect-rich locales as the Amazons, the central African rain forest or the Chicago stockyards. In the dead of night, indigenous SWAT teams pound the beejuices out of the resulting swarm, leaving indelible, multicolored stains in the fabric. After a gentle but hygienic laundering, the die-dyes are rushed to the shops.

Beyond their obvious beauty, we believe the wearer will also benefit from a bug-free outer environment, since mosquitoes and flies may shy away upon viewing fallen comrades and predator silhouettes. The squeamish may be interested in our almost white T-shirt, produced in Antarctica.