neckfaced
After three years of staring at grafitti artist Neckface‘s “My Old Lady…loves Neckface” sign across from our apartment in Chelsea, I made sure that I took a farewell Neckface tour before we moved from New York, snapping photos of all his work that I could find. He’s good; I missed some pieces that only Spiderman (and Neckface, apparently) could reach.
So I’m perversely attached to this hoodie, printed with one of Neckface’s signature gory scrawls. The pink tempers the drawing, but you’ll still feel a little eerie walking around playgroup with this on your back. Much love, Neckface, but I think this means you’ve officially gone bougie.
