This piece imagines Maharaja Duleep Singh not in a durbar, but in the candle-lit halls of a secret society built to protect misfits. The graphic takes its cue from the idea of his portrait hanging inside the Nightshade room—a quiet nod to someone who was uprooted from Punjab as a child and dropped into Victorian England as an exotic trophy. In a world where he was never fully accepted for his face, his faith or his past, Duleep becomes the perfect emblem for a brotherhood of outcasts watching over their own.
Rendered in an eerie teal glow against snow-washed black, his gaze feels half-royal, half-ghostly—like he belongs to two worlds and is at home in neither. The “Nightshade Society” arching over him flips the script: instead of being the one stared at, he becomes one of the watchers. The narrative behind the design is simple but sharp: if such a society existed, Duleep Singh would have understood it immediately. Taken, renamed, reframed and displayed, he still carried the memory of who he was—and that is exactly what binds outcasts together: the refusal to forget themselves in a world that keeps trying to rewrite them.
The hoodie itself is built to feel as grounded as the story is strange. Crafted from 100% cotton fleece at a heavy 400 GSM, it has real weight on the shoulders and a soft, brushed interior that holds warmth through long winter nights. The snow-washed black base gives it a worn, cinematic texture, like something pulled from an old trunk in an academy attic rather than bought off a rack. For anyone who has ever felt slightly off-centre in every room they enter, Nightshade Society wears less like merch and more like a quiet signal: you are not the only outcast paying attention.