- Time pin
Who cares if it’s Halloween or New Year? After all, you haven’t
worn a watch since you lost that bet about Beelzebub’s 44 names
when you were 14. If you could see the curve of their neck under
the street light again, smell their hands after the oath. It’s hot
outside and the sparks from the bonfire gather around their head
like a halo. Their eyes won’t shine as fierce as this ever again.
Please, Lucifer, what are you waiting for?
- Roots pin
You’ve been on the road since dawn and you don’t feel like talking
to that other walker you encounter after a clearing in the woods.
Will they confuse you with a vulgar flâneur? A city dweller on their
Sunday walk? This pin will make clear that you don’t belong here
anymore than you belong there, that you have had wanderlust
sewn under your skin since long before it was the name of a
hipster font. Let the moonlight reflect upon its metal surface so the
beasts of the forest will leave you alone while you sleep under the
stars or out in the squat backyard.
- Protect patch
Here it is, in all its glorious splendor. The patch of ambivalence. The patch of paradox. The patch of those who know there’s more room in a broken heart (thanks, Carly). May this sigil remind you that there cannot be any trust without risk, but also that we cannot risk all the time without protecting a little bit that which sometimes does not want to be protected.
- God pin
Because the notion of us seeing ourselves and recognizing ourselves free and wild and powerful and complete still scares them. Because we choose our own bondages and our own imaginary friends. Because they can’t burn us at the stake anymore. Because we carry the all-seeing-eye in the center of our forehead, in the palm of our hand and now also on our lapel: God is a prison. Now in metal. Now closer to your heart.
- Wound trucker cap
One wound, two coffins.
We all had once, or maybe luckily we still have that friend who has always taken care of us. Someone who has always behaved as an older sister or has helped us out of the most terrible mess. Someone who has fought for us, and has even dared to recover your lost favorite cap in the craziest concert in your life.
You both know that there is no need to thank eachother. Never. You just need to know you would do the same for that person and that, if someday something were to happen to that person, that wound would be as deeply buried in your chest as it is in theirs.
- Light patch
There are people who keep their demons organized by weight and color, catalogued in trading card albums, displayed in fish bowls under the kitchen’s halogen lamps. There are others who lock them under the floorboards and only addresses them in a low voice once a year, for Lent. Maybe also for Samhain. With this patch we encourage you to take the middle path and let your demons land on your favorite jacket and light your steps. You can also ask, like Gram Parsons, that they grant you vision and speed. Gram asked his lord, you ask yours.
- Houdini patch
There are some situations where it’s worth it to stay, care, solve, preserve. Oh, but we’ve all been in those other situations where the thing to do is run, run away.
May this patch give you the clarity, calmness and skills to escape any situation where they want to cut your wings, dim your glow, damp your fire. Accept the spirit of Houdini, break any chain that you don’t choose to keep.
- No roots no home keychain
Which is the perfect keychain for those of us who don’t have house keys because we have no home? Which keychain should we choose if there is no ground good enough for rooting? This one here. For your rehearsal room keys, your bike’s lock keys, the keys for that shed under the cut branches that look like a black metal logo where you keep your axe and your cauldron.