The shirt reads: “ANTI AESTHETIC AESTHETIC CLUB.”
Four lines of wavy white capitals in a soft rounded serif, centred, with no illustration.
It is a contradiction that collapses on itself: rejecting an aesthetic has become an aesthetic, and joining a club about it completes the circle. The typeface is deliberately the kind it is complaining about.
For anyone who has watched a subculture become a filter, and for the friend who liked it before.
