The shirt reads: “ICL,” in worn white capitals across a dark brown shirt.
Three letters, no context, a deliberately distressed print that looks like it has already survived forty washes.
The dark colourway is the more wearable of the two — this is a shirt that can go to work under a jacket and still be doing its job. For the person who communicates almost entirely in acronyms and considers a full sentence a bit much.

















































































