MALA New York makes T-shirts you wish you had thought of, but didn't because, well, let's face it, you just don't have the particular skill set. You’re just gonna have to suck it up and buy them like the rest of us uncreative folk. Wear these shirts to your next (first?) Fashion Week and you’ll be all over Tumblr like a girl with a corgi and seven ribcage tattoos. Although if you do get the Margiela one, expect all your friends to be like, “What’s that T-shirt, Margiela?” Yeah, I agree, your friends are lame and do a terrible Ye impression. I just wish that they had spelled Anne Demeulemeester’s name out phonetically. HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN PRONOUNCE THAT SHIT? I just say Anne D like I'm a regular customer when, in reality, I am just stupid. I can’t tell you much more about Mala New York—the about page is just a photo of a pretty girl standing on a mattress in high heels, which for some reason seems totally apropos.
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