Pop goes my Art #1

Pop goes my Art is our studio's love letter to mid-century glamour as it was rewritten by Warhol, Rosenquist and the early Condé Nast covers. Each frame takes a single, almost cinematic face — lacquered lips, sculpted brow, a pearl earring caught mid-light — and slices it through wide planes of saturated colour. Vermilion meets mint, cream meets charcoal, and the portrait reassembles itself in the seam between graphic design and oil painting. The series sits in a photographic register but is built like a poster: hard edges, bold colour blocks, the elegance of restraint inside a riot of pigment. We're after the moment when fashion editorial tips into pop, when a face stops being a person and becomes a logo for an entire decade. The palette across the series stays disciplined — three or four colour fields per piece, never more — so the works can hang as a triptych or stand alone without shouting over each other. Best read in a room with a little confidence: a velvet sofa, a glossy bar cart, anywhere the colour can answer something else in the space.