There is a line. It runs somewhere around your sternum, and everyone who takes a call from a spare room has agreed to it without ever saying it out loud. Above the line: presentable, awake, employed. Below it: entirely your own affair. Nobody has ever had to explain this rule to anybody.
The artwork just draws it. One thick dashed guide line runs the full width of the chest at the exact height the camera stops caring, a chunky square handle sitting at each end like something you could grab and drag, and BUSINESS ABOVE THIS LINE set straight above it in one heavy row of modern sans. Three flat inks, laid directly onto the fabric, no card and no frame around any of it. No app is named, nothing is borrowed from anyone's interface, and there is no punchline underneath because wearing it is the punchline.
It lands on the person who has taken every call this year from the same chair, a partner who has heard the whole treaty explained, or the December team exchange where the joke arrives already understood. Most people buy the first one for themselves.
Presentable from here up.
