The shirt reads: “ALL WAVES ARE SURFABLE” above and “SOME ONLY ONCE” below.
Between them, a surfer rides the barrel of a huge breaking wave against an orange sunset, with the lip curling over.
The wave is drawn big enough that the bottom line is a reasonable assessment rather than a joke. It belongs to a run of shirts built on the same construction: a confident claim about something dangerous, undercut by three words at the bottom.
For surfers, for anyone who has paddled out on the wrong day, and for the collection of these.
