The Butterfly Affect

The age-old question: if hipsters had wings would space/time crumble? The only way to know is to patronize these wares and see what happens when you're not looking. Your monocle sees a future rife with faded tattoos, yet bereft of sincere retro prognostication of past predictions. And I kick ass at Galaga (top five yesterday, but whatevs, no bigs). As Kurt Vonnegut said, "so it goes." Along with that literary morsel, Vonnegut also wrote, "you are what you pretend to be." And he's in spellcheck, so... respect. Anyway, what I pretend to be is a purveyor of fine tanktops, playing cards, and, perhaps, magnets? And you found me. Available for all your favorite enclaves: Portland, Brooklyn, and Austin for starts. More to come. You want to immortalize a new hipster metropolis, you say? Just fire a message and consider it done. I don't discriminate. Except against turtles. Dirty turtles...