They allow the urban scene to morph into world somewhere between Narnia and Maurice Sendak’s “Where Wild Things Are”. If I was an arse I’d go on about a distopian nether world where Orpheus first met his love…and well I am, so I will.
Imagine a caramel of disfigured elvin characters squatting the inner depths of a Lewis Carrol novel. Or if your brain’s aching, it’s also been described as “Beatrix Potter on crack”.
See for your bad selves.
Thank you to Tiger for the beer.

