Nypl Tank Tops

Feel the neon lights, smell the neon smells, and play a good old-fashioned game of football. Modified from a public domain image in the NYPL.

Boldness grows here, in a field of glory and ACL injuries. Feel the neon lights, smell the neon smells, and play a good old-fashioned game of football. Modified from a public domain image in the NYPL.

Ash sleeping in the library at the end of Banana Fish.

Is the spirit of music in you? Is the spirit of embroidery in you? Is the spirit of pink in you? If you answered yes or no to any of those questions, this design might be for you. Modified from a public domain original at the NYPL.

L'été! It's French for summer. It's a time of embroidery, foliage, and the wearing of giant raspberries in one's hair. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Why tilt at windmills with a rusty lance and an old nag when you can do so riding your trusty anvil? Modified from a public domain image at the NYPL.

Are these birds in love? Do you just love birds? Either way, these dapper sparrows have what it takes to see and be seed. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Straight from the Upper Carboniferous to you. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Take a ride on the peacock wheel, and see where it takes you! Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Melancholy is the most delightful shade imaginable. It also confounds pedants and dispels the ignorant and unwary, especially when given as a response to a question. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Out for a midnight jaunt in your jalopy? MAke sure you pass under some stark lighting for optimal effect. Modified from an original in the NYPL.

Sometimes you just want a plain unfiltered Camel. But not a cigarette, because that would be gross. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

"Songs that the Hyades shall sing/Where flap the tatters of the King/Must die unheard in/Dim Carcosa." To know his is to go mad, and Mr. Chambers' macabre creation had admirers as grand as Lovecraft, who wrote what might be termed fan references into his stories. Here is the King in all his turn-of-the-century glory. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

"Songs that the Hyades shall sing/Where flap the tatters of the King/Must die unheard in/Dim Carcosa." To know his is to go mad, and Mr. Chambers' macabre creation had admirers as grand as Lovecraft, who wrote what might be termed fan references into his stories. Here is the King in all his turn-of-the-century glory. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

For when you just want jolly and definitely not creepy mooning jesters without reference to any major holidays or belief systems. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Oh, for the lovely freedom of Mardi Gras back when there was a bit of dash in it! When clowns weren't creepy, World War I was just The July Crisis, and New Orleans was still dry. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

This Thanksgiving, celebrate Black Friday like your ancestors did: by jousting against the mighty Turkey Knight. The bird and its tryptophan will be no match for your mighty courser and steel lance! Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Show your utter contempt for militarism with this friendly, heavily armed goose! Does he know that he is the inheritor of a tradition of oppression and violence, or is he just happy to be here? Either way, he's yours! Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

This Thanksgiving, acquire a turkey like your ancestors did. The bird and its tryptophan will be no match for your mighty courser and steel lance! Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Luna moth got a taste of the book as a caterpillar and frankly she prefers it to the big-budget Hollywood adaptation. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

She greets the dawn like the rest of us: by floating. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

What makes her the pride of her regiment? Her coolness under fire? Her refusal to bow to patriarchal ideas about women in combat? Or her detailed period-accurate Civil War zouave costume? The answer? All of the above. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Luna moth! She only has eyespots for you. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

In the deepest woods, there is a fountain of wine. Many have whined about it, but few have found it. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

This one is for the birds. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Zouaves were troops brightly-attired in gaudy colors. For some reason this has fallen out of fashion, but this zouave and zouphisticated lady boldly wears it regardless of hostile fire. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

It's melodious harpery, though, so we're cool with it. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Sometimes you don't need to proclaim your flightiness: sometimes you just are. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Whether your flightiness comes from temperament or actual giant bird wings, don't be ashamed of it. Flight loud and flight proud! Flight the power! Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Normally fire and books don't go together. This is an exception. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Look out! Look out! Straight razors on parade! Here they come! Shaveity-shaveity. They're here, and there! Straight razors everywhere! Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Do you like my hat? Does it remind you of that most upright and odiferous of veggies? Well, I'm wearing it regardless of what you think. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

With mink. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

Sometimes you just need to be a dodo of few words and let your actions and affect speak for themselves. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.

We're rooting for her, since she stole our hearts with that mink stole. Modified from a public domain original in the NYPL.