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A minimalistic collection and a collection with an author's print /Cocoon of the snake/ are now available on the site.

The lines are clear
The colors are black
The branches are bare
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Burka. Archive — minimalism, achromatics, accents in cut and quality of materials. These are clothes that are nice to wear when going to the forest. It's not about trends here, but about eternity.

The designer and founder of the brand is Lesya Zavyalova from Siberia. She has been engaged in sewing and drawing since school, has won international competitions for young fashion designers (Exercises, Russian Silhouette 2017-2019), internships at Finn Flare and Paninter and collaborated with artists of the Moscow State Academic Symphony Orchestra as a designer of stage costumes. She is based in Moscow since 2019 and operates under her own brand.

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Опустошитель #47
280 music pages of atonal cacophony. Sound aggression in the explications of Samuel Beckett, Stanley Kubrick, Thomas Bernhard, Alain de Benoit, Jerzy Pilch, Eduard Limonov, as well as the musical groups Maeror Tri, Asmus Tietchens, Deutsch Nepal, Hawkwind and many others.

For readers who can in Russian

This book stands out for its poetic, shockingly beautiful prose that paints a romantic, almost lyrical portrait of the most macabre of obsessions. Readers fascinated by transgressive fiction, psychological horror, and literary explorations of taboo subjects will be engrossed - especially those who appreciate authors like Nabokov, Bataille, or Burgess. The novella’s brevity and unique voice make it an unforgettable (if deeply disturbing) read for lovers of the literary grotesque and anyone curious about the darkest corners of human desire.

The Necrophiliac (French: Le Nécrophile) novel by French writer Gabrielle Wittkop (1920–2002), written in 1972. A transgressive, epistolary novel in the form of a diary, it follows the life of Parisian necrophile, Lucien N. The middle-aged antique dealer who appears normal to the outside world, but lives a secret life at night, searching for corpses to satisfy his macabre fetish, digging up bodies from Montparnasse Cemetery to the catacombs of Naples.

on the bookshelf in March