Libre

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Jack Kerouac, On the road.

 
 

A face masked to perform superhuman tasks - incognito, nothing is impossible.
 

YARN
SEMI WORSTED WOOL

COLOURS
14

QUALITY
H 550CM

TEXTURE
CUT - LOOP