Chica Cherry Cola
Athen Kardashian & Nina Mhach Durban
Gunner Dongieux
Horacio Alcolea Crespo
Joseph J Greer
Matt Voor
Maya Man
Patrick Sarmiento
Renata Ottati
Chica Cherry Cola hosts eight artists who investigate luxury as poetics, memory, and beauty.
Does a glossy finish, sealed in plastic or cloth, a contour look and perhaps some sequins signal to you that this object is your favorite?
For me, recently it did. The Intrecciato Chocolate Bottega Venetta bag, unsealed but propped by a beautiful metal bar that reminds me of cyberpunk gymnastics, was my favorite. It glowed as I walked past it, with a soon to be memory of it on my bed ready to be swept and worn by me along with all my other objects. I pictured it being welcomed into my sea of things next to my 2009 Balenciaga city bag.
I thought of us alone with wired headphones and a pack of blue spirits walking along Seward Park in New York or along the South Miami Ave bridge at dusk. Inside of the bag: sunglasses, although I left at nighttime, my notepad inside the page I just read of a book, pamphlets, and lip liner.
Although my fake memory was rich, it quickly dissolved as I realized this object did not belong to me. I did not deserve it, not it, not the lifestyle either.
This object did not belong with me, who is bohemian and jobless, rather with someone else a starlet, an heiress, a titan she could don it properly placed atop michelin-guide white table cloths. With her, the bag would experience the Four Seasons, Abu Dhabi, and her cousin’s house in Capri.
Perhaps if I shared the bag with my friends, on Saturdays it would be Sara’s, on Mondays Majo’s, on Tuesdays Tori’s, then its use-value would multiply and the cost could amount to its use.
Perhaps then, the Intrecciato Bottega Venetta bag could become an almost-public good like a large sculpture inside a mall in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Miami, Brickell.
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Maya Man
Athen Kardashian and Nina Mhach Durban
Matt Voor
Renata Ottati