Suzanne Forbes, a New Yorker thriving in Berlin. Crowdfunded documentary art made possible by the generous support of her Patrons. https://www.patreon.com/SuzanneForbes.
I don’t know why this glittering crown makes me think of the Princess of Mars.
It’s made of fans of holographic and iridescent vinyl, with organic curves of Angelina Fantasy Film and so many crystals and so much glitter.
I made it back in June, but I saved it to post at the darkest time of the year.
I thought we might all need something pretty.
It is made with the same techniques as this similar headpiece I gave to muse Noéline la Bouche.
You can see Noeline’s photoshoot with that one here! And it is also similar to this Bi Pride one, which went in the drag show fundraiser raffle during the summer, and the Ice Queen Crown Made of Trash, another post that has a lot of info on the methods I used.
Not that I have any issues with the Mandalorian Season 2 finale from a narrative perspective. It was thrilling to watch and actually made sense.
It just hurt, in a year where you really gotta have storyteller nerves of steel to hurt your audience.
Luckily, I have two dollhouses and now a miniature bakery which serve as Valhalla for all the characters I love. I finished this out so fast!! I ordered the blue space macarons from a miniature maker in France, Gaël Atelier, and thank goodness they arrived very fast.
Because being an artist in the US is goddam hard, I have worked so many food service and retail jobs. I have worked at, managed, worked with so many bakeries and patisseries and chocolate companies.
I have endless bakery dreamscapes, rolling maps of the bakeries I’ve known.
I have known and loved a treasury of fancy bakeries! Bakeries are my love affair and my luxury, the place I go to feel good.
I have missed visiting Berlin’s bakeries so much, this year.
This one represents them, the physical space of working in a fine bakery.
Polishing the brass on the pastry case in my white uniform at Woullet in St. Paul when I was 22, arranging my Belgian chocolate case at Dean & De Luca in Georgetown, where I was manager of the Bread and Pastry department at 29, going into San Francisco’s fanciest stores as a sales rep for Albert Uster at 30.
Making my famous white chocolate, pistachio praline and mango buttercream cake at the Phoenix Pastaficio in Berkeley in 2001.
And watching someone pay five dollars for a slice, then buy another and eat that too. Back to work as a barista at 42, in the Great Recession, at Wicked Grounds, slicing caramel chocolate mouse cake, serving my future husband a fancy milkshake.
Pulling shots is a kind of muscle memory that I will hold forever, even as my body is breaking down.
I know espresso machines like some people know motorbikes. I couldn’t say enough about working in First Wave, Second Wave and Third Wave coffee houses in this piece, so I’m also making a combination Magic Shoppe/Coffee Roastery! You can see it coming together below.
I did not make these things myself, no! Most of the miniatures are from the Japanese Gachapon or blind-box company Re-Ment. Some of the cakes I have been saving since I started collecting Re-Ment in 2008. There are also cakes I bought at the incredible dollhouse museum in New Orleans in 2000, when I went there for Siggraph (oh that’s right, I used to work in visual effects too!). At last they have a place.
I scratch-built the counter for the espresso machine and added tons of trim, stained to match, to tie together all the other pieces.
The pass-through, where you go out into the store to bus tables, should properly be hinged, though I have known places where you duck under. I made the trellis out of coffee stirrers and spraypainted it to match everything else. It took a solid thirty hours to carefully position and glue down all the tiny things.
Of course Grogu gets choccie milk and squid to eat!
I used UV resin to make the slimy dish of spiders-in-gelee that Lando is presenting to the Baby. I was a little uncomfortable permanently encasing rare Megahouse (another Gachapon company, no longer active in miniatures) pieces in green resin slime. But I did it anyway.
And now Baby Grogu can feast with his Mandalorian safely in this place forever!
Or at least for a while. That’s good enough for me.