Happy Tuesday,

Ever since I was a kid, I've always made my t-shirts. Of course, I blame punk rock, but that was a long time ago.

It's so long ago that the Sex Pistols now get played on Radio 4, for goodness sake.

The punk ethos of doing it yourself has stayed with me, which is why I fiddle with images and typography and, more recently, video and audio.

I want my wardrobe to express my love of plants without looking like I'd just splattered a shirt with acrylic paint during kindergarten.

I've always loved the beauty and simplicity of old botanical art illustrations. There's something timeless about them.

This summer, I've been wearing my ash tree t-shirt, and people keep stopping me and asking where I got it.

I have to fess up and say I designed it myself.

I like clothing that feels delicious. I can't stick t-shirts that are, to all intense and purposes, nothing more than slave-wear, usually made by kids in some godawful sweatshop.

My ash tree t-shirt had to respect the workers who made it. It also needed to be organic and not have been tested on animals or contain animal-derived products.

That's a tough call in the modern world with its focus on fast fashion. Here today, gone tomorrow.

To top it off, the shirts are made locally in a renewable energy powered factory. So that ticked all the boxes of what I expect when I buy clothing.

​Click here to see the Ash tree t-shirt.​

Talk soon,
Robin