Another day, another FIC-related link…
The boys at troundup have a short post on a competition we are co-sponsoring. Check it out for an opportunity to win the FIC tee of your choice!
Are you a winner? Leave a comment below or shoot me an e-mail: travis@founditemclothing.com.
Last week, I wrote a post about embattled United States Senator Ted Stevens, a Republican from Alaska that was in a tight spot, steering down a double-barreled shotgun of federal ethics charges and a bitterly contested bid for reelection against a spirited Democratic candidate, Mark Begich.
Stevens’ colleagues at the Republican State Party, observant readers will no doubt recall from my earlier blog entry, had these shocking, but poorly designed, garments printed for a Welcome Home rally just prior to the election.
Just like that, I have two more links to share from friends of Found Item Clothing.
Thunderfrogs — our new British-based BFF’s — penned a short but glowing review of our Jack Burton tee (pictured below), worn by Kurt Russell in Big Trouble In Little China. I’d be remiss if I failed to mention that we stock both a tee version and a tank top version, the latter of which sold-out with a blinding quickness over the Halloween holiday (don’t fret, we have since received more, btw).
Also, we got a brief blurb over at Hide Your Arms, an estimable tee and hoodie blogs that features a daily stream of informative and snappy copy on all manner of t-shirt-related issues.
All the best, fellas — we definitely appreciate the kind words.
Have an opinion? Share it below or message me: travis@founditemclothing.com.
The newest Bond flick, the awkwardly-titled Quantum of Solace, opened this past weekend. The box office receipts were, as expected, quite spectacular, despite reviews that have been muted, even tepid, thus far. I thought the plot and the pacing were misaligned and in need of one more edit, but the acting was intense, especially Daniel Craig’s full-metal-jacketed performance, and the visual elements were executed at a highly proficient level — at the very least, the film functions as a sleek piece of eye-candy, punctuated with the requisite babes, toys and weapons.
In any case, the movie was preceded by a pair of trailers for high-profile and greatly anticipated 2009 releases: The Watchmen (which I’ve discussed in this space before) and the Star Trek reboot (overhauled by J.J. Abrams, he of Lost and Cloverfield repute). Both of these properties figure to draw huge audiences next summer, even if they are captive to the sky-high expectations of their fan-boy fanatics. Neither disappoint here in capsule form, but one wonders: can these hold up? Will they deliver, as expected? Time will tell.
Naturally, I’m wondering how others feel. Which movie are you looking towards more? Also, which trailer excited you more? Below, I’ve embedded both vids.
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We’ll have t-shirt news tomorrow, FYI.
Holla back, yo. Leave a comment or shoot me an e-mail: travis@founditemclothing.com.
Battling a gimpy ankle and the rainy Portland skies, yours truly headed out last night to the Wonder Ballroom, a historic concert hall located here in Portland. The evening’s entertainment, you ask? None other than Dayton’s finest, 90’s buzz-bin superstars, The Breeders.
Touring in support of 2008’s well-received Mountain Battles (the band’s first full length record since 2002), the reformed quintet blasted through a 70-minute set that mixed Last Splash classics (”Cannonball,” “Hag,” “No Aloha,” “Divine Hammer”) with other, equally catchy material from all points in the band’s discography. The breezy, surf-n-turf pop hooks that made The Breeders underground sensations were still locked firmly in place, evoking memories of the outfit’s salad days.
When the show came to a conclusion, my party and I retreated to the Wonder’s basement bar for a frosty beverage (PBR, natch). By a stroke of premeditated luck, thirty-minutes later, I found myself backstage, face-to-face with a healthy, smiling and extremely modest Kelley Deal, thanks entirely to my friend Dan*$*#%X, who is quite skilled at finding his way into restricted areas…
Naturally, I couldn’t let a golden opportunity like this slip through my hands. After she graciously autographed some of my vinyl records, I gifted Kelley with a pair of FIC t-shirts, one for her and another for her twin sister, Kim.
Lo and behold:
