Chan + Hori Contemporary: Sick Scents

I recently had the honour of getting in touch with Bradley Foisset, an artist with whom I had met a few times at work. Bradley had just started working at Chan + Hori Contemporary and extended an invite for me to visit their exciting lineup of exhibits. I gladly welcomed the opportunity to take my camera out for a spin – after all, who could say no to when presented with a chance for a private tour?

But first, Ottie and I visited the dual opening of Mojoko‘s Sick Scents and Gerald Leow‘s I Am Time Grown Old To Destroy The World. Naturally, I gravitated towards the colourful use of collage and olfactory in Sick Scents, which was a collaboration with Terry Jacobson to create a series of seven fragrances inspired by Asia.

Dude when did Ottie and Bradley get so close?!

Bumped into Daryl Goh! Singapore’s art scene is so small.

Wearing Supre dress, Shein shirt, Zaful camera bag, Badelaine Paris socks, Mango sneakers.

A week later I took up Bradley’s offer to visit the gallery before it opened. It had been a few months since I last took outfit photos, so it came as a reprieve from the busy-ness in life recently:

Yay barrels! Just a week ago the barrels were tables for the opening reception.

Left: Bradley noted that these artworks were framed in vintage frames. The juxtaposition of new in old, and the vibrant movement of the artworks housed within the ornate was quite pleasant to look at.
Right: I also liked the colourful shadows in this particular piece.

Temporarily became a cyclops at what I call the Snow White mirror.

It was pretty cool to see familiar oil and perfume bottles repackaged into Mojoko’s signature pop culture artwork. I got to appreciate the unique shapes of the bottles in this new context as a result.

Pretty cool to have the whole scent table to myself!

Here’s one last photo of my hair before I went to Reds Hairdressing for a fix! It had been 363 days since my last haircut.

I got myself some bangs. First time I’ve had bangs in five years I think?

I fancied the printf (“tattoo”); I drew on myself with my Inkbox freehand ink bottle. I think if I ever got myself some permanent ink it’d have to be something meta like this to keep me amused for the rest of my life.

My hairdresser gave me a straight buzz at the back. It’s a variation from the last time when he did a tapered one for my shorter length, but I think this time it’ll grow out better.

Wearing Topshop top, Max pants, Badelaine Paris socks, Paperplanes sneakers

Outfit photos assisted by Ottie.