Give a man a fish, and he may eat for a day, but show him the freezer case, and the Gorton's Fisherman will feed him until he dies from it. Hauling in, packaging, and delivering your wardrobe: Mailbox Tees. Based in SF, MT delivers to your door monthly the freshest goods from a ragtag artist collective: everyone from native SF designers, to a Brooklyn photographer/video artist, to an illustrator/painter /journalist from the birthplace of super-limited t-shirt runs, Catanzaro, Italy. Just select your subscription (3, 6, 9, or 12 months), or go "grab bag" and they'll shoot you 6 months of randoms from their archive, being careful not to double up on designs/colors (preventing the faux pas of wearing the same-colored t-shirt as the day before, when you got a final warning about wearing t-shirts). To further refine your subscription, choose one of two general themes: "nature vs. human kind" or "metropolitan" -- which're sometimes rendered classically (a take on Da Vinci's "Vitruvian Horse"), sometimes jurassically (the dinosaur eating a bicycle in "Amsterdam"), and sometimes testacularly ("Spay Day", where one Terrier asks another, "ChiChi, have you seen my balls?") If at any point you don't dig a tee, return it and MT'll mail you another -- a process as easy as telling Gorton, "Thanks for braving the deep
to get me these Crunchy Breaded Tilapia Fillets, but what do you have in the way of Extra Crunchy Tenders?"