Raven

Raven began with a meme and a big “fuck yes.”

Inspired by a stranger’s unrealized dream of a crow-themed party, I joined forces with my friend Jordan to make it real. We crafted invitations hidden inside hollow eggshells painted like raven eggs and invited our most bejeweled, black-clad friends to gather, feast, and trade shiny things.

The menu was entirely black: black beans and rice, roasted purple carrots, dark cupcakes topped with wafer paper feathers and iridescent chocolate shards. At the center of it all sat my handmade, life-sized raven tea set, gleaming with deep iridescence. It poured perfectly. So did the chick-shaped creamer.

We sipped, sparkled, and circled a table of trinkets—each guest taking home something new. The whole event felt like a glitter heist organized by birds. A little chaotic. A lot magical.