Art by excellent Spanish artist Victoria Frances
Got this lovely pack for Christmas from the even lovelier Ruth, full of moonlit glamour and sinister sleaze (the pack, although Ruth is, too, come to think of it).
This is just right for an armchair Goth – especially if, like me, you doesn’t need black make up to look undead.
The Death card is a drifting woman reminiscent of Millais’ Ophelia, which I’ve always felt drawn to. The Chariot is a Venetian gondola, which may remind you of the deeply disturbing art movie Don’t Look Now. This is a pack of dark intrigue, sinister undercurrents and the macabre.
There’s strong vampiric topnotes of blood and absinthe throughout and plenty of corseted cuties and dashing young blades, some of whom may be existentially challenged – living? dead? why be so picky? – to quote Some Like It Hot, ‘nobody’s perfect’.
The suits are crosses for swords, black roses for cups, opera masks for wands and butterflies for pentacles. From a better reviewer than me, Irene Cunningham on Aeclectic, pondering whether butterflies should correspond with pentacles, discs or money, ‘butterflies feed on excrement, and they are here today, gone tomorrow – a life as short as cash-flow’.
A perfect antidote to a Jolly Hockey Sticks Christmas with Miranda or whatever the BBC is offering.
A sizzling Saturnalia! A Nordic Hail from original gangsta Odin! (aka Santa) 25th Dec
get those bonfires burning. Get the sun back where he belongs.