If I’m without a scarf, don’t approach me. Likelihood is I’ll have a cold neck and will, therefore, be in the foulest of moods. Putting my scarf on at the beginning of each day is a ritual much like rubbing the sleep out of my eyes or dragging on my glasses. This Wych Scarf made by Maude Nibelungen for Sisters of the Black Moon is fucking divine. With its striking draped hood it’s the perfect choice for winter.
I came across this deeply sinister image titled ‘The Hands’ by artist Dave Kendall.
“Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we’re opened, we’re red.” – Clive Barker