33,00 €
Do you live in hell and want to create a sense of community? Or do you enjoy seeing beings carve out gnarly lines, riding blastwaves, teetering upon total annihilation? We offer you a warm welcome into the official garb of hottest happening down under. Not you, Australia, more downer and underer. Seriously, like deeeep south. You might meet a couple of moles on the way.
Our products are made for everyone. Choose a smaller size for a tighter fit, or go larger for a relaxed feel. The longer sizes may even be worn as a dress if you're a compact type. Check the size guide for measurements!
A. Height
B. Width
XS
68,6 cm
41,9 cm
S
71,1 cm
45,7 cm
M
73,7 cm
50,8 cm
L
76,2 cm
55,9 cm
XL
78,7 cm
61,0 cm
2XL
81,3 cm
66,0 cm
Height is measured from the highest point of the top shoulder seam to the bottom of the shirt.
Width is measured from the fullest part of your chest.
Product measurements are provided by the shirt manufacturer and may vary up to 5 cm.
100% cotton. The weave is like a morning after a good night's sleep; soft, light, and stretchy.
Delivery takes 1-3 weeks, in most cases 1,5 weeks. Each item is produced after you've ordered, so that they are made just for you. Our products ship during workdays. Shipping costs are defined by the selected delivery method, possible extra services, shipment weight, and size. The shipping costs can be seen during checkout before confirming the order.
You have the right to change or return ordered products within 14 days of receiving the order, but we cannot offer it completely for free. You will have to pay for the postage of the return as we are a teeny tiny business without a warehouse, and so we’ll have to find a new home for it, probably for no money in a friend's closet. They like it, our wallets not so much.
Blank product sourced from Nicaragua, Mexico, Honduras, or the US. Weaving: India, South Korea. Dyeing: El Salvador, California. Manufacturing: Nicaragua, Mexico, Honduras, or the US. Contains 0% recycled polyester, and 0% dangerous substances.
Baphomet, the iconic goat-headed figure of occult symbolism, is not a deity, but a metaphor for transmuting the opposites into cosmic harmony on the path towards perfection.
The upward and downward gestures of the hands signify the good old Hermetic principle As Above, So Below. The upright pentagram on the forehead symbolises the pursuit of higher wisdom through hidden knowledge. The alchemical term Solve et Coagula, dissolve and coagulate, reflects breaking down illusions and reconstructing them into wisdom. The combination of feminine and masculine features fuse the far-ends of the creative forces. And finally, the flame between the horns represents illumination of divine knowledge.
Echoing from Egyptian underworld myths, the Lake of Fire appears as a dual-natured obstacle, both destructive and renewing. The deceased navigate its flames towards the underworld, and judged by their rightfulness are either nourished by the cool waters, or delivered to the hellhound Am-heh, “the devourer of millions”, and consumed in eternal furnace. In Christianity the Lake of Fire symbolises destruction, purification, and eternal consequence.
Both Baphomet and the Lake of Fire embody duality: there is not only punishment, but also final triumph over chaos on the opposite shore. And a party, if you will.
“Just hang loose,” Bab said, but the waves were gnarly compared to what my life had been up to that point, mostly just wading through ankle slappers and chunder. Was it fresh? Hell no. But it had been safe.
The party was held in the brimstone canyons of the underworld, just beyond the pit of despair. I was stoked to be there after the seemingly unending fields of nihilism, but the sense of imminent doom was still clinging to me like a lonely face hugger.
“You can worry about grubbing, or you can choose not to, either way, eventually, you will burn out, no matter how bitching your skills are. So, do we do this the horrible way or do you want to enjoy the ride? You decide.” And then Bab just stood there, waiting, scraping off spark barnacles with its hooves from the underside of an asbestos twin fin as I hesitated, mulling over my options and fears on the beach of annihilation.
“Is it gonna hurt?” I asked. “If it does, that too shall pass,” Bab answered. And there, at the end of things, I had to face that there was no turning back now, not after what I had witnessed, but against all that I had come to expect, there was a party here for crying out loud. Fresh? Hell yeah.
And so, as the sulfur wind dried the farewell tears for what once was, we paddled into the heart of the crucible, where the blastwaves began to break, and we carved out a magnificent run.
