cold front

The cold breath of winter is slowly creeping in. Night is falling faster. Hues of blood orange, yellow and deep red fall from the sky, covering the ground as the trees shed their last bit of leaves, forboding what's to come. It's a beautiful sight, really. Such icy temperatures on their way calls for fur. And lots of it.

Think warrior eskimo-chic; thick, shield-like bracelets and plated jewelry, plenty of fur, strips of leather, warm boots, oversized woven-knits, navajo printed sweaters~