C.ORDYCEPS

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art director @fromvurtz

makeup artist @itismagnolia

set design @seniserper @heavyswaggy

photographer @lourie.ph

brand c.ordyceps

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Latex clear

Full set — mini skirt, top, accessories (chocker & bracelet) 530 USD

The kit includes :
care instruction, talcum powder, oil

Accessories set (chocker & bracelet) 130 USD

Individual items:
Mini skirt 300 USD
Top 300 USD
Chocker 100 USD
Bracelet 100 USD

LIMITED texture / Burnt latex with feathers

Unique brand texture:
The latex has been burnt under high temperature, then the Priests add feathers and fix it all with more layers

non toxic for skin
The kit includes :
care instruction, talcum powder, oil

Full set — mini skirt, top, accessories (chocker & bracelet) 1200 USD

Accessories set (chocker & bracelet) 255 USD

Individual items:
Mini skirt 650 USD
Top 650 USD
Chocker 130 USD
Bracelet 130 USD

EGGS & FEATHERS LATEX SET

Set is similar to “LIMITED texture / Burnt latex with feathers” — our Priests use it as a base, but the final accord are egg shells, processed in 3 steps

non toxic for skin
The kit includes :
care instruction, talcum powder, oil

Full set — mini skirt, top, accessories (chocker & bracelet) 2500 USD

Accessories set (chocker & bracelet) 600 USD

Individual items:
Mini skirt 1300 USD
Top 1300 USD
Chocker 350 USD
Bracelet 350 USD

undead

classic

undead

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A symbol of our collection

Now you are
The Reborn one — the highest form of Human Being

As it was already mentioned, this set is the symbol: the new look reveals while you wear it

The original form of it is burnt texture with black feathers and egg shells. Secondary image you can create by your own popping the shell. Cracks in the shell symbolize the transformation

the Priests put more latex inside at the base of the egg shell to make a form of bubble, imitating skin lesion

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The Artefact for those who walk toward transformation

C.ordyceps x @igornikto latex belt

Created in ritual tandem of four hands, the SACRIFICE belt carries the weight of molten letters.

non toxic for skin
The kit includes :
care instruction, talcum powder, oil

2500 USD

Metal was poured into carved sigils and sealed with coal dust and the breath of two craftsmen

Astra's old skin. latex relic cuffs

The kit includes :
care instruction, talcum powder, oil

150 usd

These bracelets echo the sacrifice of Astra who shedded her old flesh. in collaboration with @apigov

The Priests applies latex layer by layer forming a living wave. This material differs from our classic technique: it’s more glossy, clear, almost glass-like

LATEX TATTOOED SET / Exclusive custom

Custom order:
A set can be created in collaboration with a tattoo artist of your choice.

The Ink Priest leaves their unique mark upon your future skin, turning it into a personal relic

Created in collaboration with two Ink Priests. The marks remain directly on the latex — as imprints of gesture, ink, and vision. Each line carries the sacred calligraphy of the Priest.

Ink Priests available for custom orders:
@kretskuu
@viktoriya_darkkk
Each piece is created upon request and never repeated.

Now you are
The Reborn one — the highest form of Human Being

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myth

SHE — THE ONE WHO SHED HER SKIN

⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋Name: Astra
Archetype: The Initiate
Pain: imprisoned of her own past
Her Sacrifice: the old skin

⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋Our messengers, delving deep into the caves of Monte Castillo, found records of an ancient ritual that promised to elevate mortal flesh into a loftier form of being. The priests could never decode some of the symbols completely, yet still they reached almost to the buried core of the ritual’s secret.
The chronicle tells:

⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ Astra sought the altar not for salvation but to cast away weakness. Her life was penned by others — how to breathe, whom to love, who to become. In time, that version of herself turned into a prison beneath her flesh.

⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋She turned from fate’s path, venturing into the cursed caves. Legends of Monte Castillo murmured: it was possible to perceive truths the Gods had hidden from mortal souls. For two nights and three days Astra had been wandering the empty corridors of the caves, her hunger gnawing at sanity, and she____ tasted her own flesh . The first cruel step to relinquish the old shell and feed the new. ⁮᠋Then a Stone Chalice emerged in the gloom before her. There was something primal in it, ancient beckoning…

⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ She clutched the vessel of her past. Countless hands — cold, desperate — were grabbing the Chalice. She heard their whispers ___ the echoes of former selves clinging, trying to hold her back. They hold no hate. Only terror at oblivion.

⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋She ripped the Chalice from their grasp, raising it high and _ Her knees press to the altar’s stone ___ acceptance.

HE — THE ONE WHO REMEMBERS

⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋Name: Erisan
Role: ancient entity bound within the Chalice. For endless ages he has feasted on human suffering and memories. Doubts, habits, old roles.
He hisses: “Stay as you were — it was safe there.”

⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋⁮ ⁮᠋᠋᠋᠋Her rite demands one thing: to kill him inside of her.

RITUAL

The hands of the past clung to her, tearing at flesh. They are dirty, insistent, familiar. Their voices swell ____ louder____stronger.
She shut her eyes, rejecting the voices from without, and lifted the Chalice above — breaking the chains of memory.

Crossing Between Lives

A chasm was in front of her. The walls were engraved with runes — ancient laws of transition. One step forward — the abyss. Behind — the clamor of shadows, closer with every breath. A shard of pale light pierced from the cave’s crack, guiding a path. She stepped ____ fear is the only door.

The Crimson Lake of Transformation

The Altar. A basin filled with the blood of those who succumbed to Erisan and to the spectres of their past. They are doomed to ____
Astra leans over the surface. In the dark red ripples she saw the reflection of herself, the reborn version of her
Outsider voice had faded. Her own power began speaking. She was peering more and more into the ritual crimson liquid — a mirror of irrevocable change.

She chose new skin

Now the choice stands before you

A new being must bear a mark.

Begin by wearing it upon your flesh.