It is strange how everything has it's time. I started to re-imagine shirts from charity shops 20 years ago, in response to the Seditionaries shirts Vivienne Westwood and Malcolm McLaren designed for the Sex Pistols. I had just enough money to afford one as a student and was unlucky enough to loose it, or I suspect to have it stolen from my wash basket in the launderette. It featured the obligatory image of Karl Marx and various slogans and anarchist signs. Loosing it made me hanker for it's charm and DIY ethic all the more. A ready supply of Saville row shirts seemed to appear in my local charity shop, and I set about adorning them with fabric paint and anything I could find that was vaguely incongruous or radical in some obscure way.
Last week I was asked by a member of Dië Spieglë (local Penzance punk band) to make a shirt for him, and now I seem to be making them for others in the band and a local shop too. The skills and techniques are coming back to me and I am using stencils and iron on transfers that I must have had lying around or in my memory for 20 years.