You know it was T-shirt weather for a couple days there until it fucking snowed again here in NYC. Mother nature is more annoying than my actual mother these days (jk Mom, I luh you, also, please send me money). But sooner or later it's going to be swamp-ass laden steam room season in these streets, which means you better have your cool guy T-shirt game up to par. This Rasta-inspired joint from Palace will put you on the right track. Just don't be an asshole who pretends to actually care about Rasta shit, even if you think that Bob Marley poster you had in your dorm helps your case. Just wear a cool T-shirt and hope some hot girl at a party notices it and wants to smoke weed with you like a normal human being.