Collection: IRE

Be it of the acrimonious fog of the city, 

the sickening waters below or the dull concrete that lay 

dormant, dead, beneath the soles of millions. 


It seems that contrary to popular belief 

the city offers something other than the attainment of dreams, 

something far more commonplace. 

The sense of ire fills the misty fog. 


Juliette’s indifference known to the few who interact with her, 

Mia’s everso familiar and irritable frustrations, 

and the annoyance that Annalise faces on a daily basis.


The mist is cool,

the people are not.