Nothing says quality like hand-made art. Like a totem pole. Or French muscle cars. And that's what we use. Seriously though, it's the only way we do it- no bullshit.
Dom take his finished drawings and inks them into the souls of American Apparel t-shirts that sexy models probably overdosed in.
God bless America.
After that we high five and have a beer in the shower. Then put all of that shit into boxes. In SODO. You ever been down there?
It's scary, but rent is cheap.
We box your order and our delivery dude stops by. Like a Percy Harvin kick-off return, your shirts arrive. Check your end zone or mail hole. Hey! You're no longer naked.