T by Alexander Wang is like the Screaming Eagle of t-shirt lines: cool, classic, expensive, never goes on sale, but of inimitable quality. And, like Screaming Eagle, if I could afford it, these tees would be the ‘house wine’ of my wardrobe. [In fact, one night when I couldn’t fall asleep, Rob told me a lovely bedtime story about a girl who had a grey cat and an entire closet of Wang t-shirts and she threw them away after each wearing.]
Corks and Caftans 