I’ve seen a lot of crazy things in the past two years–Swedish glaciers in the Grand Palais, Courtney Love performing in a gas station, Karl Lagerfeld drinking Diet Coke out of a crystal goblet in Madison Square Park–but nothing’s so completely insane as this Balmain t-shirt.
It’s $1,625. That’s one thousand, six hundred and twenty-five dollars. That’s $65 more than this Balmain leather bag. And it’s cotton. A cotton t-shirt with holes.
I get the ripped t-shirt thing, I actually think it can look great, but I also think anyone can rip holes in the right place, and the fact that this cotton t-shirt costs as much as a Chanel bag, more than a month of Manhattan rent, enough to cover almost two years of unlimited Metro cards is beyond absurd, with all due respect to Monsieur Decarnin.
Unless the inside of it’s coated in gold leaf, whoever buys it is a wackadoo.