Ever since I was a small kid (back in the day surrounded mainly by wooden toys or toys made out of a soft kind of not very colorful plastic) I treasured few items I owed that were different to other available toys.
I don't mean to cry about limitations and lack of stuff in communist countries in 70s and 80s but I'd like to enhance the fact that anything unusual, foreign and cool was simply hard to get your hands on. And when you got it, you held on to it and you valued and treasured it.
To the point: few of those items I treasured included a tiny tiny baby doll, maybe half an inch, with perfect details and non movable limbs, a tiny fluorescent piece of plastic triangle shape I spend hours looking at and just holding, a tiny piglet figure, few early Kinder Egg toys, a tiny plastic barrel, and few others. Point is, I loved these things, I loved the way they looked, I loved the way they felt, I loved the way they looked and I loved the way they were unique. They were not meant to show off. Really, nobody cared about a shiny piece of a plastic triangle. They were for me. They made me feel happy. Somehow.
And I still love shiny plasticky pretty things although the world is cluttered with it all. It is still almost impossible for me to throw away a pretty plastic packaging box nowadays or not keep an old favorite pen that doesn't work anymore. Thanks to some remaining sense in me and the lack of living space I am indeed learning to let go.
I have come across my first 'designer toy' by an accident really. It was maybe around 2001 in London. I was browsing shops in Carnaby Street and there was a shop that kept me in longer than a stationery shop. If you knew me you'd know that's pretty much near impossible. It was FULL of toys and yet it was not a toyshop for kids.
There were tiny, small, large plastic figures of different designs and funky mirrors with Gloomy Bear and books full of amazing illustrations and twisted nursery rhymes and much, much more. I really was the kid in a sweetshop. Right by the counter they had lots of small boxes for a fiver. You could hardly tell what sort of thing was in them but I knew I really wanted to buy them! I bought a couple then and few other funky things.
This guy below was one of the first ones. As soon as I opened the box I was in love. I loved that odd bear and the sticker that came with it, and the keychain, and the box of course. I wanted to have him with me everywhere. I felt like a kid. I did not want him to be on my keys and get scratched though. I wanted more. And I got more. And I want a lot more.
Designed by Akira Yamaguchi, Toy2R, Qee Series 5a
Now my toys sit in our apartment. Our child or any other is not allowed to play with them. I take pictures of them in different places wherever I go. And one always travels with me. They hang in my picture frames. I love looking at them and holding them. None of my friends or family members share my 'feelings' towards them, none understand the interest. Most respect it. Thank you. It could get much worse. I really don't have that many as I'm not completely oblivious to the needs of others (home badgets, lack of space, blah blah..)
I do however want to share. And that's why they are here. Because I KNOW there is someone out there who is as normal as I am! I will be sharing some of the best photos of my 'Friends' as I call them or 'Dudes' also.
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