This is my killing shirt

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At RBC This is my killing shirt a photographer runs with the group. “A lot of people have got into running via social media,” says Hobson, who notes how the uptick in casual running clubs can be linked to the sport’s aesthetic, and how it fits into a wider trend for technical adventurewear. “They see the similarities with what they want to wear on a day-to-day casual basis,” he says, listing cool outdoor brands such as Arc’teryx, Hoka and Satisfy, which all make stylish, up-market running kit. (A pair of Satisfy’s eight-inch Techsilk shorts cost an eye-watering £180.) In Greenwich, there is definitely a look. For starters, everyone is young, ranging from early-twenties to late-thirties. And there are lots of tight, cycling-style shorts, brightly coloured trainers with enormous foam soles, visor-like sunglasses and even the odd ultramarathon-style backpack. The common thread, though, is merchandise. Most of the runners are wearing either the white RBC club tee or the green club socks, or both. The shirt is just a simple crew neck with the club logo – a coffee cup with legs – printed small on the front, and large on the back. Definitely more streetwear than marathon-wear.

This is my killing shirt, hoodie, sweater, longsleeve and ladies t-shirt

Unisex tshirt

Women’s tshirt

Longsleeve tshirt

Sweaters

Hoodies

In 2013 This is my killing shirt the Rana Plaza garment factory collapsed, killing nearly 1,200 low-wage garment workers. The eight-storey complex in Dhaka, Bangladesh, had manufactured clothing for Walmart, JCPenney, Primark and Mango, among others. The collapse was a tragedy – and a media tipping point. For a while it really felt like the realities of fast-fashion production were reaching the masses. How could anyone read about the deaths of those workers and walk into a Primark again? Wasn’t it clear that the conditions and exploitations at Rana Plaza were endemic to the entire fast-fashion industry? For years I remained a loyal reader of the blogs. Then the bloggers moved to Instagram. But the internet was changing. The fashion girls I loved were becoming more like advertisers, tagging the brands in their outfits in every post and occasionally doing sponsored content. Instagram became like a shopping mall, adding features that allowed you to buy clothes straight from the app. I missed the uniqueness and idiosyncrasy of the blogging era. The fashion subcultures I loved were subsumed by the logic of algorithms.