The one you keep for yourself.
Pulled from a different early-eighties tour tee, back when the art got strange and the future looked like an airbrushed fever dream. A cybernetic woman in a full visor rig, rendered in faded sunset gradients, hot pink bleeding up into gold, cracked like it's been folded in a drawer since '83. DEF CON 34 cuts across the top in jagged metal type, 2026 below, RW and DC34 worked into her headgear. No back print, no tour list this time. Just the face, the triangle, and the fade.
20 per size, then she's gone. No reprint, no encore.
• 100% combed ring-spun cotton
• Pre-shrunk
The one you keep for yourself.
Pulled from a different early-eighties tour tee, back when the art got strange and the future looked like an airbrushed fever dream. A cybernetic woman in a full visor rig, rendered in faded sunset gradients, hot pink bleeding up into gold, cracked like it's been folded in a drawer since '83. DEF CON 34 cuts across the top in jagged metal type, 2026 below, RW and DC34 worked into her headgear. No back print, no tour list this time. Just the face, the triangle, and the fade.
20 per size, then she's gone. No reprint, no encore.
• 100% combed ring-spun cotton
• Pre-shrunk
