That is a Gucci bag made out of paper. For realz.
Au Yeung Ping Chi is a paper artist that has taken over his father’s effigy business, creating paper masterpieces fashioned after materials coveted by Hong Kong’s hip youth…that died young.
“The Chinese custom of burning paper offerings to the dead spawned the paper effigy business, in which scaled-down versions of items that are considered luxurious and desirable to the living, such as gold watches, cars, or even maids, are rendered with paper. The items are burned at gravesites in order to “deliver” them to the underworld where the dearly departed can receive them.”
No. Shit. Ok, I’m into it.
All these years I’ve been fretting about how I could possibly make enough money to buy all the things I so desperately need (want). Maybe Au Yeung could make me a Mid-Century craftsman bungalow, Vivienne Westwood’s entire AW2010 collection, a Hasselblad and a puppy out of paper? Then, I could die happy. OH, OH, OH, there must also be a paper Dylan, of course.
Honestly though, I love this idea of taking things with you in the afterlife. I always have. It’s one of the reasons why I stuck with Catholicism for so long. If there was no afterlife, then what was my favorite stuffed animal, Rocky Raccoon, going to do without me? What a dreadful idea.
So, what would you take with you? Or at least have made into paper to be burned in a fucking total bad-ass way?