Matuse

Stabmag on winter:  “Winter can be brutal on the bones. Venture into the salt without the right protection and you’ll emerge like some sort of extraterrestrial life form – bloodshot eyes, purple skin and claw-like hands. You need the loving embrace of a rubber blanket, hugging all the right places, like a mid-morning spoon with the girl from last night. Is it too much to ask? Matuse don’t think so.”