It’s pretty blatant that I procure pieces of clothing in patterns and phases. There’s the dishevelled kimonos and dragons phase. There’s the Africana-esque patterns phase. There’s the anything-in-clear-PVC phase. There’s the baroque swirls ‘n’ curls vintage Versace phase. Without consciously thinkinga bout it, at any given point in time, my mind will naturally gravitate towards certain traits. For the past few weeks, whilst travelling around, I’ve been on a plastic candy wave. It’s basically pastels coated in a glycerine-sticky shiny sheen. It’s a result of consuming too many unnatural food dyes in Japanese candy and American cereal. It’s observing the fairy-kei/lolita and pastel-goth tribes emerge from their sub-culture beginnings in Japan to infiltrate the world of and . It’s . It’s elements of the Kyary Pamyu Pamyu world as art directed by . It’s looking longingly at the psychedelic work of Antipodean artists like and . It’s my fervent homewares obsession at the moment through the likes of and being surrounded by an insane pastel bar chart wallpaper by in my bedroom. It’s all of that my own innate predilection for pastels. I just happen to like them to look like they’ve been dipped in plastic. It’s not exactly like the sugar high that I was gorging on a few seasons ago. This time round, there’s something acerbically artificial about these pastel shades and textures.
I’ve had some help along the way. Ryan Lobo and Ramon Martin from somehow read my plastic candy one-track-mind and sent me a stand out lilac plastic-coated trench from their S/S 14 collection whilst I was in New York. I managed to catch the tail end of sample sale where I bagsied a pair of trousers and matching skirt in laser cut iridescent organza and a coated floral splattered rain jacket. In Tokyo, Bubbles (how can I NOT visit a namesake shop?) in Harajuku continues to conjure up random pieces like a marabou-edged marble tee – an easy enough DIY if Tokyo is out of reach. Hilary Tsui’s own fresh’n’cute in-house line just keeps on delivering and I picked up some coated nylon pleated pastel bits when I went to visit in Hong Kong. And I’m still getting a lot of wear out of pieces from collection, the direct sartorial descendent of Pip and Pop’s sugar-coated creations.
Coining Plastic Candy Kei right now.