nom de guerre has always made the whackest shirts, i don't care how on point that arabic all over print was. every time i've gone to the store i can't help but chuckle at the snotty sales guy, their new "couture" attitude, and then look up at the wall with all the t-shirts and it's tacky garbage like a shirt with a big head of james dean or elvis presley. for 1/8th of the price you can hop, skip and jump down to chinatown for other touristy looking junk.
I called them seven or so months ago to try and track down a last season R&B coat (the brown wax workcoat that resulted in the eternal blood between me and PG2G, to whom I have sworn undying hostility). They said they didn't have it, but would be getting it in soon (yeah, this is about when I got suspicious) and would call me when they did. Never got a call back, but at least in theory, they didn't have a problem mailing it to me. Worthless customer service, though.