About
We are two people who have spent years walking the edges of the unseen.
Our lives have moved through houses, temples, circles and ceremonies. Through smoke, prayer, drums, offerings, spirits and the long silence between one world and the next.
These drawings began there.
Before there was a shop, there were garments made for ourselves. Things worn into ritual. Things carried into the night. Things made with intention, not for an audience.
The shirts came later.
The spirit did not.
The making
Every piece begins by hand, on paper.
Light is drawn against darkness.
Everything left untouched becomes part of the work.
The black is not ink.
The black is the garment itself.
We do not fill the darkness. We allow it to remain.
That is why the work feels less like an illustration and more like something uncovered. A figure emerging from shadow. A presence taking form.
The black we print over is deliberately never absolute. True black would flatten the image and announce where it ends.
We prefer the edge to disappear.
Because some things are not meant to be fully seen.
The seven
There are seven.
Seven garments. Seven presences. Seven pieces of a body that has not yet revealed itself whole.
Das Almas is the first.
The others will arrive when they are ready.
There is no calendar here.
Only the work.
The share
This is not simply clothing.
A portion of every sale returns to the spiritual houses and communities that keep these traditions alive: the people who maintain the altars, carry the teachings, make the offerings, beat the drums, hold the ceremonies and keep the current moving.
The garment leaves our hands.
The work continues elsewhere.
Nothing is separate.