About
We are all married to something.
Some to music. Some to paint. Some to the grind, the pen, the canvas, the mic.
But passion can be lost.
Greed. Wrath. Sloth. Lust. Pride. Envy. Gluttony.
Sins that drag you off your path, steal your hours, cut your hands, or lock you away.
When you lose your craft, you lose your first love.
And then, you become what we call—Widow.
Widow is not just a brand. Widow is a guide.
Like Virgil leading Dante through the circles of Hell, Widow shows what becomes of sin — and
how to turn from it before it takes everything.
Each garment is bound to a sin:- Pride sewn with a heart on the sleeve.- Wrath forged into jewelry that cuts.- Greed stitched into bags that always want more.- Envy veiled in hats and eyewear.- Sloth heavy in pants, shoes, and furniture that pull you down.- Lust laced into lingerie, skin to skin.- Gluttony cinched in belts that tighten but never satisfy.
These aren’t just clothes.
They are reminders. Warnings. Armor.
They are there to keep you walking, to keep you creating, to keep you alive in your art.
Widow isn’t only about the sin.
There is a path:- The Sin — where we all begin.- The Widow — for those who have already lost to it.- The Virtue — for those who master it.
For now, you begin with Sin.
But every step is a choice — toward loss, or toward redemption.
Widow exists to keep artists from becoming widowed from their craft.
Wear your reminder. Face your sin. Stay the course
Some to music. Some to paint. Some to the grind, the pen, the canvas, the mic.
But passion can be lost.
Greed. Wrath. Sloth. Lust. Pride. Envy. Gluttony.
Sins that drag you off your path, steal your hours, cut your hands, or lock you away.
When you lose your craft, you lose your first love.
And then, you become what we call—Widow.
Widow is not just a brand. Widow is a guide.
Like Virgil leading Dante through the circles of Hell, Widow shows what becomes of sin — and
how to turn from it before it takes everything.
Each garment is bound to a sin:- Pride sewn with a heart on the sleeve.- Wrath forged into jewelry that cuts.- Greed stitched into bags that always want more.- Envy veiled in hats and eyewear.- Sloth heavy in pants, shoes, and furniture that pull you down.- Lust laced into lingerie, skin to skin.- Gluttony cinched in belts that tighten but never satisfy.
These aren’t just clothes.
They are reminders. Warnings. Armor.
They are there to keep you walking, to keep you creating, to keep you alive in your art.
Widow isn’t only about the sin.
There is a path:- The Sin — where we all begin.- The Widow — for those who have already lost to it.- The Virtue — for those who master it.
For now, you begin with Sin.
But every step is a choice — toward loss, or toward redemption.
Widow exists to keep artists from becoming widowed from their craft.
Wear your reminder. Face your sin. Stay the course