"Horny By Design"
Behold the torc that does not adorn the body — it claims it.
This piece looks like it was excavated from the ruins of a civilization that never bothered with modesty or mortality. The polished horns don’t curve; they loom, as if they’re listening for something ancient. They point forward like they’re ready to challenge the next god who steps out of line.
The vertebrae‑like hand sculpted collar doesn’t rest on your neck. It encircles it with the quiet authority of something that remembers being alive. Each segment feels like a relic from a creature that refused to die properly.
The gold bindings? Those aren’t decorative. Those are containment spells. They’re the only reason this torc isn’t whispering in a language older than fire.
This is the kind of piece that makes mirrors flinch. The kind of piece that makes strangers step aside without knowing why. The kind of piece that looks like it belongs in a myth where the protagonist is not the hero — but the omen.
Wear it, and you don’t enter a room. You arrive as a phenomenon. Wear it, and you don’t accessorize. You alter the atmospheric pressure. Wear it, and you don’t express yourself. You summon something.
This torc is not for the faint, the tentative, or the aesthetically timid. It is for the wearer who understands that some objects are not worn — they are invoked.
If you put this on, you are not making a fashion choice. You are making a cosmic declaration
Lightweight and comfortable. Simply slide over your head or from the back of your neck. Has a 17" drop on each antler as measured from the very center of the back.
For either women or men who crave the drama of Avant Garde theatre. Please store flat when not wearing and use care in ONLY slightly adjusting the torc portion to avoid cracking or breaking the sculpture.
