Orange Alexander

About me:

Many eons ago, when wolverines roamed the earth and gas was a nickel, a housewife in Reno caused a tiny rip in the space-time continuum in a mishap involving a hair crimper and some Pringles.

From out if this rip sprang a delightful, witty creature whose creativity and sense of irony were unparalleled in the known world. Its name was Orange Alexander. Though Orange was composed entirely of the mineral bauxite, he possessed a highly intelligent nature and a keen fashion sense.

However, Orange could only wear t-shirts, as all other clothing was too hard on his mineral surface. But as he looked around his new space-time home, he found himself disgusted by all the insipid, puerile messages he saw on the T-shirts everyone was wearing.

So, one day Orange decided to start his own T-shirt company. Now he produces one-of-a kind shirts that are sometimes political, often irreverent, occasionally weird, but always fun. Vintage-styled and hand-printed, Orange's shirts are the perfect antidote to a culture deadened by numbing corporate homogeneity.

Two years and still going strong-ish, http://www.orangealexander.com.