bare teeth.

felt and sticks.

grrrrrrrrrrreat.

erin shaw makes these wicked headdresses.

they look like drunken sketches come to life...

ripped your face off but you assumed you'd be normal in the morning.

then they're still there staring at you from the coatrack in the corner.

then perhaps you share a plate of scrambled eggs.

matted at lost at e minor.