is a creative team with a portfolio of experimental work around the body. We are interested in new ways of wearing jewellery, exploring gender roles and adorning unusual body parts.

I was at this house party, I think it was September. The music got too funky and it wastoo hot to dance so I went out in the garden for a smoke. I was with a group of niceenough people who I didn’t know that well and we were having some regular small talkabout smashing the patriarchy and the fact that taking the pill sucks, when I noticed thistall girl with this fine dark bob. She was just standing there mute, looking bored, untilshe created some momentum by exhaling some smoke and declaring: “Well, actually, Igot a funny story about this”.

So basically, her coil grew tentacles. She noticed one morning because she was on herperiod and her bedsheets were sort of abstract expressionist red on white, messy witha purpose. So she put her hand in her pants and there were these tiny metallic tentaclesdoing soft circular movements, like when you squeeze a lot of toothpaste out and itgoes all curlicued. She got a little scared at first but then the little tickling became quitepleasant and she decided not to go to the doctor straight away because even if it waswell weird it didn’t feel like a threat. They can get quite long but she learned to controlthem and sometimes it felt really snug to curl up in bed with these copper playfultentacles. “It’s like having a pet inside you” she said. Her boyfriend initially complainedand wanted her to get them cut but now he’s quite fond of them as well.

“Oh wow”- said this other blonde girl with a ponytail – “a similar thing happen to me acouple of days ago! I thought I was the only one…”. So basically her vaginal ring wasexpelled, which is annoying but no big deal. Weird thing was that when she was about toput it back in, it was fluorescent, like the lame glowing jewellery you use at parties. Shegot a little worried at first but once back in it felt really good, very comforting, warmand pulsating, “kind of how you would imagine eating a star would feel”, she said.This dude with the sardonic smile wasn’t buying it though. He had a sip of his Red Stripeand said “Well girls, you’ve got some very interesting gadgets there but I’m sure youagree that this is hard to believe, are we allowed to see them in action?”. The girl withthe bob burst into some loud laugher and said “You crazy? I never show my octopussalad for free!” and we awkwardly giggled along. So it turns out that it was all bollocks,such a weird story to make up. I felt a bit cheated. I liked the idea of my coil becomingfriendly living sentient jewellery inside me.

The blonde girl with the ponytail just kept looking at her shoes, pensively. “I wasn’tjoking though” – she said, and after taking a big breath she bent her knees, put her handin her pants and took out this glowing moist object, the size of a bracelet. Normallythis would be a gross thing to do at a party but it was just so beautiful to look at. Theboy with the sardonic smile stopped smiling and, wide-eyed, asked if he could touch it.Normally this would be a gross thing to do but everyone kind of wanted to touch it, itwas just so, so beautiful.

He was now wearing it like a bracelet and we were all mesmerised. The bracelet waspulsating and started growing, slowly, like a Möbius band along the body of the guy,who was just there, smiling, a smile of true, true happiness. The thing, cooling down andstarting to look more like metal, kept expanding over his body, and in something likefive minutes it was in every interstice, in his eardrums, under his nails, spiralling alonghis knuckles. It was so extraordinary – and then the guy started running in the garden,with this joyful inexplicable laughter, and he kept running fluctuating in the air and keptrunning, faster and higher, faster and higher, so fast and so high that we couldn’t seehim anymore. “Guess I’m not going to get my ring back for a while” said the girl with theblonde ponytail.

Text by Valentina Bin