SNACK

I took a look at my teenage years and wanted to splurge with my prolonged interest to vampire myths.

I represent SNACK. The cheapest fake fangs turned eternal with slip clay, attached to a puddle of copper blood echoing the words from Anne Rice vampire novels. Scenarios of drinking blood, coppery taste on your tongue. The patina will rub off eventually, like it did from the edgiest gothic jewellery one could buy with a little pocket money. The string is red, as blood running down your neck and collarbones. Wear it proud, with a confidence of a teen ,who couldn’t care less what anyone else thinks.