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There are many conspiracies of ravens, and about them too, but one thing’s for sure; they’re way smarter than owls. In fact, when owls flock, it’s called a parliament — a bunch of dumb liars is what a raven would say. So don’t hoot hoot, instead wear cool loot.
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.
The two-headed raven is a potent and layered symbol, merging archetypes from mythology, occult traditions, and alchemical allegory. At its core, the raven has long stood as a harbinger between worlds: life and death, seen and unseen. With two heads, this creature transcends duality, embodying a synthesis of opposites and an elevated state of awareness. One head may look to the past, the other to the future, recalling the Janus-like figure who sees all time simultaneously. This suggests prophetic insight, the capacity to hold paradox, and the tension between memory and destiny.
In alchemy the raven is traditionally linked with nigredo, the blackening stage of the Great Work, where matter decomposes and the ego is confronted with shadow. A two-headed raven may signify the doubling of this process so an intensified descent into unconscious material, or a dual-aspect death leading toward rebirth. Its twin gaze suggests the internal and external reflection required to integrate opposing forces: sun and moon, masculine and feminine, spirit and matter. In occult practice, such a symbol may function as a guardian of thresholds, a guide through the liminal, or even an emblem of the adept who has undergone bifurcated vision and emerged whole.
“There’s an updraft, let’s take it.”
“Up and down it goes, breezes like stones, fire, and infinite cold, until it stops. Then, it might not.”
“Hmmm, yes, yes, but we really should get to the meadow in the next valley, our belly begins to feel the journey behind. We must keep up our strength if we are to succeed and reach the pupil. The path is of great importance.”
“One sucks seeds from cone or ground, they sprout either way. Stretching seams, devouring light, bursting forth from a rotten core. Mulch, all just mulch, then something other all-over again.”
“Well, I for one would like to see some progress right now, so could we stop with the koans and eat? This nihilism of yours begins to chip my beak.”
“I for two see without effort, even if blinded by time.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
They reached the meadow and dined on the creatures of the ground, wiggling, juicy, and thoughtless, each enjoying the snap and grime. They drank from a stream, both taking their turn to breathe and gulp, breathe and gulp, and then rested their wings in the heat of the day, waiting for strength to seep back into them.
“The pupil will be glad to see us; we found him a way.”
“A helping hand for a drowning man is no hand at all. It is a hook, a branch, a nook, a solid, frigid rock. Otherwise, you might surmise, Death had a bacchanal.”
“He is young and a bit clumsy, that is true, but aren’t they all when we meet?”
“Flautless path carver digs ditches in the middle of a road.”
“And he did pass through our gate, that’s a sign on its own.”
They took flight once more, circling up from thermal to thermal, until they rose over the mountain range. The air was cold and gusty, poor with nourishment.
A storm had caught up to them. It forced them low, near the mountain walls. Dry thunder struck all around. There was snow and rock in the air, but four eyes are better than two, and they weaved through the boulders and drops until the danger was left behind.
When the lake valley opened up before them, it was all sunshine and roiling grass. Their final glide ended in the middle of the lake, where they plunged into its depths, in search of a boy herder, somewhere there, in the dark, past the dissolving gate.
