A single tangible memory from New York (in denial of where I am at the present moment), attained via the hands of OAK sales corp in SoHo. I would consider it a tourist find if not for the blunt red skull that reminds me of Cheap Monday's meddling. That's never a bad thing though. Neither is OAK's downstairs space dedicated solely to the Swedish label. Skulls are rampant.
(cheap monday shirt)
Still thinking about possible occasions to put such an odd profession of love on public display, but in the case that it never meets daylight, it's not the most horrible souvenir to have. Thanks to Amelie for the posting encouragement.