WUTHERING, a haunted riff on Charli xcx HOUSE
The haunted love story of Wuthering Heights
There are some riffs that arrive as visuals.
Some arrive as silhouettes.
This one arrived as a feeling.
Gothic romance.
Captivity.
Devotion that outlives the body.
I kept thinking about haunted houses not as places, but as people.
About what it means to become the container for memory.
About love that never resolves, never heals, never leaves.
Wuthering Heights became a riff about staying.
Hair growing through walls. Horses running through fog. A ghost lover who never quite crosses over.
Not spooky.
Not ironic.
Earnest. Romantic. Tragic.
These are the first pieces I’m releasing from that world.
They are unisex.
They are intentionally slow.
They are meant to feel like fragments of a larger story.
The First Artifact of Wuthering Heights
This is the piece I’m most emotionally attached to. The flight jacket has always felt like armor to me.
For this riff, I picked velvet.
Like wearing a room.
Like stepping inside a memory.
Dark, unstable imagery.
Something romantic but protective.
It’s called HOUSE because the house is not just a setting.
The house is the body.
The house is the woman.
The Experiment: Burning Candles in Wuthering Heights
One of the images that keeps looping in my head while working on this riff is Charli XCX covering her own body in wax.
Not metaphorical.
Not pretty.
Literal.
Hot wax poured onto skin.
Hardening.
Sealing.
Becoming a surface.
It feels devotional and violent at the same time.
For Wuthering, I am experimenting with a 3D-printed corset that looks like melting candle wax frozen mid-drip.
Not lingerie.
Not costume.
More like a body artifact.
The idea isn’t “sexy corset.”
The idea is containment.
A woman holding herself together. A woman becoming sculpture. A woman becoming shrine.
Technically, this means finishing and painting TPU prints so the surface feels organic, imperfect, and alive rather than smooth or plastic.
Emotionally, it means pushing further into:
Body as altar.
Body as ruin.
Body as house.
This piece is still in experimentation, but it’s a core pillar of where the Wuthering world is going next.
Why the Wuthering [Heights] Riff exists
I’m interested in building a growing body of work. One emotional chapter at a time.
Wuthering is about:
Love that doesn’t behave.
Women who feel everything too deeply.
Staying when leaving would be easier.
If you’ve ever loved something that felt a little doomed.
If you’ve ever romanticized your own sadness.
If you’ve ever felt like a haunted house.
This riff is for you.
Sandra
Riffhaus
