Pseudonyms can be liberating -- "Thomas Pynchon" doesn't have to worry about being accosted by fans every time he goes to the corner store, and "Richard Bachman" doesn't get molested every time he goes Running, Man. Which is rarely, ever since he got hit by that minivan. To get some mysteriously produced brilliance for your chest, hit TIBETANFOX.
A NW Portland shop named for an animal "unique and serious in character as well as looks" and blessed with an inspiring graff-style Sistine Chapel ceiling, FOX is operated by a Washington transplant who serves as the sole agent for the reclusive t-shirt artist "Bengt Nels", whose identity's shrouded under a cloak of secrecy, as his Cloak of Invisibility was stolen by Orcs. Works -- silkscreened while you wait and customizable via choice of shirt/ink colors and design placement -- include:
Armed to the Tooth: A lone chomper sports a menacing "Rambo-style" ammo belt, because all it wanted was something to masticate, but the man kept pushing, sir.
Turtledove: A dove's graceful wing-spread body is topped with the head of a possibly psychotic turtle -- in case you were wondering why the doves cry, this might be it.
Rule of Thumb: A disembodied thumb, complete with kind-of-disgusting knuckle-wrinkles, wields a crown and scepter, making it completely un-opposable, even by Fonzi. Ehhhhhh.
FOX plans to offer four new designs a month, all of them also sold as customizable prints -- because even the anonymous need to diversify their income streams, lest they can't afford food, and get dangerously Thinner.