Six months ago I wrote a blog about how I’m not dead, I’m back, ready to shock the world with my (continued) greatness… PAH, I locked myself away in my man cave not replying to a text from my mum let alone blogging to my extensive fan base- still just my mum (and 1 person in Russia). So lets say that was a tease, a mere nip slip to the main event. Now I really am back, In all my questionable glory. And I can promise you this because I have a marketing manager holding the flame under my behind so close that if it weren't for my exquisite grooming regime I could smell the slightly singed hair.
You’ll be pleased to know, whilst locked in my man shed I have been getting down and dirty, quite literally, with Dumpster work. I was commissioned by Suzuki to create three dresses, all three from motorbike parts, but each one commemorating something different. So I hopped too it and have spent the last six months embarking upon this once in a lifetime collaboration.
If I was any good at running a company I would have been writing progress updates through out the project, however quite simply, I didn’t. So a quick overview will have to do… To say I was in my element is an understatement. They don’t call me Sticky Daisy for nothing, always got my fingers in a jar of jam or a pot of PVA. Very quickly the light switches in my studio went from being covered in peanut butter and ketchup to motorbike oil and grease.
Suzuki pretty much sent me an Ikea-make-it-yourself-motorbike, every part and panel under the sun. Packages three times the size of me were delivered, with endless materials from spark plugs to double-bubble visor screens. I LOVED IT. Fairly sure I can only referrer to my friends as ‘acquaintances’ now after bombarding them with endless snapchats of various bits of bike. Something i soon realised, unsurprisingly, that no one gives a toss about.
So I went to town, shut myself away in the garage with power tools, table top saws and of course, as any biker knows, cable ties. Only leaving to visit B&Q or A&E. Happy to say the visits were probably on a 3:1 ratio, so I’m calling that good stats.
What I’m yet to mention is Suzuki also commissioned three short films- Each one documenting the making process of each of the dresses. The only downer being that every swear, every injury, every major Fuck Up (where I accidentally cut the wrong bit off a £700 side-panel or put a pillar box drill through my thumb) is now caught on film. The videographer has been kind enough to put together a short ‘C-reel’, which is just a steady stream of me dropping the C-Bomb in varying aggressive tones across the six month period.
After a lot of hard graft, a huge lack of sleep and two severe emotional meltdowns, the dresses were completed. And I wont lie, I was a right old Chuffty Pants. I make dresses out of rubbish, yes, however this time I stepped it up a gear (wreyyy bike pun). This project involved an incredible amount of skill, accuracy and even just basic physics… for example, factoring in the common law of gravity is something that had never shown itself to be an issue before. But they were done.
And HOT DAMN, they look like a sexy bitta kit.
Suzuki Genuine Parts Dress
Suzuki ECSTAR Oil Dress
Suzuki GSX-R 30th Anniversary Dress
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