If I remember correctly, the forms are made by dipping pieces of vintage fur into porcelain and then firing them. I love the shapes they create, like those high-speed photos of a drop of milk splashing into a puddle. They also remind me of the fragile curves of ruffled nudibranchs.
In any event, I love the organic forms created in the process, and I love that if cracked open they'd reveal tufts of aging fox fur. There's something mildly creepy about them, as they do resemble, in the broadest sense, human teeth. I have no problem with wearing human teeth, as the prospect of having my wisdom teeth pulled was made brighter by the thought of what I could turn the uprooted teeth into. I feel like they would make good cufflinks, but I'm just going to drill a hole through one and string it on a chain. I actually wore a plastic dentures charm to a denim-on-denim/accessories party on Friday, allegedly from the 70s, that I bought at a vintage store in high school. And, even more coincidentally, today as I was reading The Swindler for one of my classes, I noticed that one of the characters is in possession of a rosary made of dead men's teeth. Although hers is for witch-purposes rather than a sartorial choice. Needless to say I am intrigued by the idea.
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