Chris Limeres

This collection aims to showcase the epic scale of pre-Hispanic America and its powerful influence on people, language, and deities. Feel the power through the cultural apparel and artistic spectrum of history; bear witness to its grand scale, where charm and stylish symbols convene.

Relic OriginA Royal Bloodline

RadiantSensuality

In the thirteenth and highest heaven, Ōmeteōtl, the Lord and Lady of Duality, dreams the world into being. From here, the descent begins.

Sacred metal of the sun: light poured down from the heavens.

Toward ŌmeyōcānWe live in the age of the Fifth Sun, Nāhui Ōlīn. Its fire is fed by every beating heart.
Between the heavens and MictlānQuetzalcōātlThe Feathered Serpent descended into Mictlān and returned with the bones from which humankind was made.
The living worldThe cloak was worn as a mark of rank. Surreal Frontiers apparel carries the old symbols into the present.

The elders' words for all that is most precious.

Toward ŌmeyōcānGreen as jade and worth more than gold, quetzal feathers crowned rulers and adorned the gods.
The living worldŌlīn, movement, the sign of our age. When it shakes the earth, the Fifth Sun will end.
The living worldAn eagle on a cactus devouring a serpent: the omen that told the Mexica where to build Tenochtitlan.

Color, blood, and the life-force the gods thirst for.

Toward MictlānJaguar warriors fought by night; the jaguar's spotted pelt was the starry sky itself.
Toward MictlānThe Cihuātēteō, divine women who return at dusk to the crossroads, thirsting for the living.

In tlīlli, in tlapalli: the black ink and the red ink, the wisdom of the painted books.

Toward ŌmeyōcānWarriors who fell in battle rose to the House of the Sun, and returned to earth as hummingbirds.
Toward ŌmeyōcānCuāuhtlēhuānitl, the eagle who ascends: the morning sun climbing the sky.
The living worldRunners carried the word of the empire from city to city, relay after relay.
Toward MictlānThe jaguar walks between worlds, guardian of the night and of the road into Mictlān.
Between the heavens and MictlānLord of the smoking mirror, who sees every hidden heart, in the heavens and below.
Toward MictlānBeneath the temple, roots reach the ninth underworld; the bats of night keep watch over the souls below.

Twenty day signs and thirteen numbers turn together, 260 days in all: the sacred count by which every life was read.

Nine levels down, Mictlāntēcuhtli keeps the bones of every age. What descends here returns transformed.

Every journey returns to its source.