when you're in

Diving into

the mind,

the music,

and the artwork 

of Crystal Araiza.

Sound & Vision

A shop-able editorial featuring artists who are pushing sound forward, combined with a 

curated collection of design inspired by their art and from art that inspires them.

photos @stephbcphoto |  art by @cr00kedskank |  style + design @minus-us

In the Desert 
    A poem by Stephen Crane 

In the desert 

I saw a creature, naked, bestial, 

Who, squatting upon the ground, 

Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.

I said, “Is it good, friend?” 

“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; 

“But I like it 

 Because it is bitter, 

“And because it is my heart.”

BOYS
BOYS
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Where 
Evil 
Grows

I never knew where evil grew

Evil grows in cracks and holes
And lives in people's minds

Evil grew, it's part of you

I should have steered away from you
My friend told me to keep clear of you

And now it seems to be
That every time I look at you
Evil grows in me

where evil grows

by

the poppy family 

VOODOO SALOON

JERKCURB

"When you die
Our days are
Over and out
But your eyes still
Speak with doubt"

"You're the voodoo saloon"

"Whose eyes are whose"