I suppose one could argue this is an instance of life assisting art. Peter was right insofar as it takes a lot more time and effort to pencil in the details of a shirt than to simply color it all black. But I would never stoop so low as to lie about my wardrobe! Unless, of course, the details had to be cut to avoid any visual congestion; life isn’t always eager to be condensed into three colors.
One could also argue that any true pop culture tragedy would have an aura about his person thus rendering any adorned labels or advertisements unnecessary. Passersby would intuitively, at a glance, assume such an individual is a rabid L7 fanatic.
One could argue I am just such a person.
One could also argue I look quite sexy in a plain brown t-shirt.