Ya’ll regular readers of Bats B will have surely noticed (and perhaps appreciated) my omission of all things sartorial. Jeans in myriad shades of grey, cashmere sweaters and a statement jacket is about as far as my creativity stretches on any given weekday, and I’m assuming that’s not what you came for. It’s not that I don’t occasionally flirt with the idea of sporting culottes or anything that might be regarded as a ‘look’; I just don’t really feel I can speak with authority on something I only embrace at weekends.
If there’s one brand that makes me want to write odes to clothes in a tear-stained moleskin notebook, it’s Rotten Roach. With their quirky slogan tees and heebie-jeebie inducing branding, I love them because it takes confidence and cajones to align your wares with decomposing insects – they’re weird, wonderful and proud to be creepy. YESSSSS!
These days, the scouting out and purchasing of artfully slouchy, butter soft t-shirts is an undertaking I have no interest being a part of – and let’s talk about the daylight robbery seen on my tri-weekly trawls on Net-A-Porter – £300 for a cotton t? WTF?
Whilst Rotten Roach aren’t giving theirs away for free either, their prices are reasonable (starting and basically finishing at £50) and their jingles unique. My personal faves are the vampiric ‘Sleep Tight, I Bite’ t-shirt with its ghoulish mouth and (because I’m a sucker for a jazzy lining) their shaggy faux fur jacket. Their slightly oversize fit is supremely flattering in a ‘I stole-this-from-my-boyfriend’ way whilst their softness will ensure you look luxe doing it. I like to dress mine up real formal, with leather Trews and a Chanel blazer – however, they look equally chic tucked into denim shorts – Think about it.
So whether you’re ‘Favourite Child’ or in the market for a ‘SLEEPOVER’, Rotten Roach has your back…and of course, your very facetious front.