I’ve been trying to get a post done on this for-fucking-ever. My first try got somehow eaten by the ether (mmm, ether…) and i never could seem to get back around to it, for which i must apologize to my good friends at Deadringers.
They have, at long last, released two new pieces they’ve been working on for ages; the Celtic Cross, and the Kaiser.
These are, typically, fantastic pieces. The Kaiser brings to mind images of cartoon villainy in it’s Pickelhaube, and is of course brilliantly well done. There’s no other ring like it.
The cross – oh my god. The pictures don’t do it justice.
Mark and Stephen are fantastic people, and fantastic craftsmen.
I had a hard time choosing between these pieces. I wanted them both. I could see that ring on my hand, but i could also picture stabbing myself in the eye with the the spike. On ther other hand, i have a very strong aversion to wearing crosses. It violates both my rules about not wearing symbols for other peoples belief systems, and my rule about trappings of christianity (but that’s a topic for another post, *cough*dawkins*cough*).
In the end, the power of celtic symbolism and the attraction of a piece of jewelry unlike anything i own won. Thus, the celtic cross is mine.
As usual, the design and workmanship and stunning. There was a time when I grumped about DeadRingers pricing; i take it back again, they’re worth every penny. I own no better-made jewelry, and in fact I’ve never seen jewlery that’s much better made. Stephen hasn’t even reached the peak of his craft yet, and he’s already amazing.
First, photos from Deadringers site; posted because they’re better than mine, and also because, well, the model in these is a total fuckin’ biscuit (hey, mark, stephen? Tell her I love her).
No, really. I love her.
And here’s what it looks like in real life.
See? Better on her, but still, it’s an amazing piece of jewelry.
Thanks, guys. You rock. And thanks for the hats, i didn’t get a good picture of it, but I’ll post one later.
Miss Biscuit is also a tattoo artist. So that’s it. I’m off to New Zealand to marry her.
And on another note, Mark assures me that the kaiser is engineered for non-eye-pokiness, and sends evidence:
While this doesn’t make me second-guess my choice of the cross, it certainly makes me count my pennies to see if I can buy another ring…