Unlike our resident fashion mavens, I have little interest in the clothing that adorns my corpulent and odious frame. Owning, as I do, one filthy, purple suit and a wide array of burlap sacks, my attire is merely utilitarian; allowing me to leave the house, if I so choose, without being arrested or shot.

I present these twin ads for SHS clothing, then, without the faintest knowledge of the products they represent. For all I know SHS may deal in fine, iron shoes or suits made from reappropriated hobos. No, I am only interested in the images; and these have it all. Moustaches! Fezzes! Various and sundry corpses of beloved childhood characters!

Yes, there is little that is not amazing here, although the implication that ears are actually solid bone is a bit odd. Lastly, I have no doubt that someone, somewhere will look past the bleached skull of Hello Kitty and the robot skin rug and become apoplectic with rage over the depiction of Caucasian models being flanked by servants whose skin tones are of a decidedly darker hue. Any bets on how long that will take?

Goodbye innocence [electro^plankton] : Thanks, Nark!

Knowing people, as I do, with what I can honestly call a Hello Kitty obsession makes the thought of the feline icon as a tattoo within the realm of my accepted, and unfortunate, reality. Said icon transmogrified into a horrific Frankensavior as the aforementioned dermal adornment, complete with a pledge of eternal allegiance, however, is quite a different matter all together.

Hello Kitty Jesus Tattoo [Hello Kitty Hell] : Neatorama