I fucking love FPAR. I love the simple graphics, the fact that FPAR stands for "Forty Percent Against Rights," that no one else I know really fucks with the brand and that the only stockists are in Europe or Japan, so I never have to actually buy it because I pretend like international shipping is complicated and too expensive to justify purchasing an $80 T-shirt. Really, it's everything I look for in a brand. I just want to wear this tee with two box gold chains while I smoke cigarettes on the hood of my boy's Grand Marquis as he plays music at obnoxious levels. It's summertime, fam. If you don't sit in or on a late model Grand Marquis while smoking, listening to music at near deafening levels and doing nothing else, you are surely squandering your summer.
