Congratulations — you’ve made it. Fast car, gold watch, gritted teeth. But why does your skeleton still have a mortgage?

This shirt is a high-speed, low-satisfaction collage of modern ambition in meltdown. A jet overhead, a carrot on a string, and a dead-eyed commuter striding confidently into existential despair. All tastefully rendered in chaotic penwork, midlife reds, and unhinged textures.

It’s fashion for those who’ve achieved everything… and feel absolutely nothing.

Wear it to brunch. Cry into your mimosa. Repeat.