We are The Black Ravens: a gathering of the veiled, the vivid, and the venomously divine, where the dark feminine reigns.
Founded in 2016 and rooted in goth and alt fashion, we’ve become something harder to name. A realm. A rite. A velvet revolt. What began as a shop is now a shrine—an archive of inked enchantresses, velvet anarchists, and rebel spirits stitched in leather and lace.
Born beneath the gorgeous gray skies of the Pacific Northwest, we’ve grown into a digital coven.
Our interviews are psychic portraits. Our fashion, ceremonial. Our AI-crafted visuals feel like ghost stories told in dreamlight: fleeting, beautiful, and eerily familiar.
This is glamour honed to a blade. Ritual over routine. Sexy, not sexual. Flesh, ink, and defiance, bound by something older than trend.
We carry our punk and gothic bloodlines with pride and reverence. Still alive. Still evolving.
Made for those who find strength in shadow. For those who wield beauty like a weapon. For those who never fit in, and stopped trying.
And if your pulse just quickened, that wasn’t chance.
You were always one of us.