Do you wanna know a thing I really like? A thing I really like is when people who make things make things that mess with form or boundary, or our expectations. Needless to say, then, I am smited with smittenness for Scott Hove’s Cakeland project, not only because boys who sculpt a million jillion foofy pink cakes are boys I wanna know and go out for drinkies with, but also because hey! hello! domestic-arts-fucking-around-with, right there, woo-hoo!
Just look at this stuff. I am charmed and enchanted, fo sho. Love the gâteau dentata — cake that takes a bite outta you instead of the other way ’round. Love the cakewear socks and wish there was more in this vein: cake garterbelt and stockings — I want to see that. Cake corset — I want to see that too. Hell, cakecakecake — suddenly, I want some, a lot, and I’m not a cake eater. And also, I want to live next door to the being who, with a “Fiat laganum!” and lord only knows how many weeks and months of hard work, makes a land of foofy pink cake.