This vivacious creature is none other than Sam Shaber, the charismatic and full-throated singer-songwriter behind the rockin' L.A. band The Happy Problem.
You may have heard their songs enlivening the programming on the CW, E!, Oxygen, Lifetime and other television networks; perhaps you've even heard them on local radio. We wouldn't doubt it.
They're currently booking dates on the East and West Coasts, and we recommend you catch one of their unpredictable, high-energy gigs. That Sam's a real firecracker, and you never know what off-the-wall cover tune she might work into the set, alongside THP's crunchily melodic originals.
Oh, and she might even be wearing her beloved Debbie Harry Punk shirt. Like it? From July 1-15, you can get your own (or any of the eight other designs spotlighted in our Debbie's birthday celebration sale) for 10% off. Just head on over to wornfree.com and use coupon code RAPTURE when you check out.
Meet singer-songwriter Bleu. He's one of our favorite artists in the world. His debut disc, "Redhead," is a stone classic (created in collaboration with such wizards of songwriting as Jellyfish's Andy Sturmer and Semisonic's Dan Wilson). He's even written a song for the Jonas Brothers, which is a good thing because someone this talented also deserves to eat.
His new record, "A Watched Pot," is so good it makes us want to punch a wall.
So we're pretty damn giddy to see the man himself wearing our Queen '82 tour tee in this playful pic (photo credit: Tony Wisner), rocking what seems to be a toy drum kit with a typically demure affect.
Then again, when you make a record of gigantic, colorful, heart-on-sleeve emotional pop-rock, why be coy?
You should buy "A Watched Pot" when it goes on sale July 14. And if you're in L.A., you should catch one of the Boston native's residency gigs at the fabulous Hotel Cafe starting June 30 (with guests like Rooney, Roger Manning, Mike Viola and Drake Bell).
Maybe you'll even get to hear what the tiny drum kit sounds like.
The people at the L.A. Times Magazine were kind enough to print the above item about us, kindly featuring our Debbie Harry Camp Funtime and John Lennon You Are Here tees (and also mentioning the Kurt Cobain Grunge Is Dead).
We should mention, though, that learning to walk the walk is not necessarily up to you; we will do our utmost to help with that as well on this very blog. Step One: Acquire some groovy WF attire. You can snag that Camp Funtime tee at a discount starting July 1 in honor of Debbie's birthday; details can be found at wornfree.com.
Step Two: Get a guitar, check into the Hotel Marmont and start a bar tab.
More soon.
Hey, we won't lie -- we love seeing our shirts on the sexy frames of TV stars, movie icons, trophy-snagging athletes and other famous people. But there's something particularly sweet about getting a photo (thank you, photographer Rony Alwin) of Ali MacLean in our Debbie Harry No Pictures tee. Y'see, in addition to being the mastermind of the short-film phenom "Media Whore," a sought-after DJ/VJ and widely read columnist, she's also a crazy-inspired fashion designer whose line, Rock-N-Role, has been worn by a slew of rock hotties. So if she likes OUR shirts, well, garsh.
Of course, if you're thinking about getting your own No Pictures or other Debbie Harry shirt, you'll want to take advantage of our upcoming sale celebrating Debbie's birthday. Stay tuned.
In other news, we're delighted to report that WF was profiled very generously on the quite absorbing LA2Day site. Author Alex Storch only said nice things about our wares but told a bit of the company story, even daring to profile mysterious company mucky-muck Steve Coe. It's a must-read for anyone concerned with popular culture. Are we overselling? Whatevs.
Is there more to report? Idaho. As in the Boise Weekly's Cobweb blog, which offered a playful bit of verbiage lauding the local outlet of rad retailer Palmer Cash, purveyor of crucial couture (including our own).
Don't be gone for long; we'll have more updates shortly, not to mention that wicked Debbie Harry sale. And for the last time, stop reading about all those pesky world events and use Twitter the way it's meant to be used: to follow us.
Pittsburgh Penguins right-winger Eric Godard, recent recipient of the Stanley Cup, will no doubt be besieged with endorsement offers in the coming months and years. So it makes us giddier than a kid with new skates to see this Canadian-born hockey superstar rocking WF's Ian Dury Blockhead shirt.
This certainly gives us a new appreciation of Dury's song "Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick." But it's lovely to see Eric, a notorious bruiser on the ice, beaming benignly alongside his toothsome girlfriend, Marika (who happens to be sporting our Janis Joplin Family Dog tee) at Steve Ford's mad-cool Decades store in Pittsburgh.
After all, making people happy is our goal.
So thanks so much, White Collar Punk Rocker and One Chic Mama and Rock Turtleneck, among many others, for saying nice things about us. The feeling is mutual.
Being a typically savvy denizen of the Interwebs (indeed, one who's discriminating enough to derive enjoyment from this elite and highly entertaining blog), you already know about the online shopping phenomenon that is Woot.com.
Ian Hunter turned 70 today, and we just want to say (a) Happy Birthday, and (b) thanks. Thanks not only for the incredible glam-pub hybrid that was Mott the Hoople but also for an array of great solo records that are the musical equivalent of comfort food. Thanks for "All the Young Dudes" and "All the Way From Memphis" and "Once Bitten Twice Shy" and "Cleveland Rocks."
Lest you think he's all about the nostalgia, though, be advised that he's kicking around the possibility of a Mott reunion AND will presently be issuing a new solo album, "Man Overboard."
In this pic, of course, you see Ian at his insouciant best in '75, clutching a smoke and sporting the Creem Magazine tee.
Perhaps you, too, would like to wear such a design. We're way ahead of you. Click here.
Ian Hunter turned 70 today, and we just want to say (a) Happy Birthday, and (b) thanks. Thanks not only for the incredible glam-pub hybrid that was Mott the Hoople but also for an array of great solo records that are the musical equivalent of comfort food. Thanks for "All the Young Dudes" and "All the Way From Memphis" and "Once Bitten Twice Shy" and "Cleveland Rocks."
Lest you think he's all about the nostalgia, though, be advised that he's kicking around the possibility of a Mott reunion AND will presently be issuing a new solo album, "Man Overboard."
In this pic, of course, you see Ian at his insouciant best in '75, clutching a smoke and sporting the Creem Magazine tee.
Perhaps you, too, would like to wear such a design. We're way ahead of you. Click here.
