Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
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#LOCKED

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HEELS AND TOYS

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Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems

3D shoe renders and modelling




PLASTIC DETOX CATERPILLAR

In the light of the moon a little egg lay in a beehive.

One Sunday morning the sun came up and POP! Out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar.

It started to look for some food. For millions of years the larvae of this honeycomb moth has been feeding itself with beeswax and honey bee cocoon silk. Now something might have changed in the little creature’s diet, something that could end the life cycle of a plastic water bottle.

On Monday a strong scented cloud of polyethylene terephthalate guided the starving creature to its first plasticized delicacy. Amidst bushes of foliage, a PTA snack was found. The caterpillar, not disappointed nor surprised, by the endless, flourishing abundance of nourishment found in its own habitat. It has become a rather, common sight. It dig a hole through the strong yet light container. Pure plastic porn.

Mmmm, could this be the greatest invention on earth? I eat and I eat and I eat from the light blue plastic. The plastic is wet but does not have a real taste. I eat and I eat and I eat. The giant face of a baby and a landscape of icy mountains covered in snow. Through layers of glacial rocks, a unique blend of minerals and electrolytes giving its distinctive, cool, crisp taste. When I am almost finished I reach the best part. I am a sucker for sippy tops. I ate it all but I was still very hungry.

On Tuesday I was strolling around when my eyes were blinded by a wrinkled, reflective prop. Although having difficulties to look at it, I decided to have closer look. Who the fuck drops this on the ground? As I jumped on to the prop, the material made a funny sound and it unwrapped itself explosively. Almost causing to launch me up into the air, but the surface was smeared with a mixture of sticky sweetness and warmed up by the sun so it did not let me go. While challenging gravity in slow-motion I could not help but wonder: Does anyone else eat the cupcake/muffin wrapper after eating the cupcake? On this side of the prop, a non-reflective surface, texts were written in languages that I couldn’t understand. Whatever, unfulfilled and unnurtured I nibbled straight through the texts. I ate them away. I devoured them. I consumed them destructively. I. tore. them. up. First I ate the G then a part of the R, I skipped the A and moved over to the N, O, L, A. I ate it all, but I was still hungry.

On Wednesday I crawled over a long, curly, narrow strip. Finally, at the end of this road I found something tied around the strip. A big bag made of thin rubber that comes in many different colors and shapes. It probably travelled thousands of miles in the air and returned to Earth as ugly litter. I found an opening and I sneaked into deflated sac. I tried some parts of the tough and elastic substance, but it was not for me. In the middle of the sac-like, rubber structure, I found a little note and took a bite, ew paper. Instead of eating, I decided to read the first part of the private message that I had found and it was clearly not addressed to me:

Dear God,

Whenever I loo...
But my hunger did not let me finish reading the message and instead I made the wish to find more food. so I bit a hole through the rubber sac and worked my way out. I was dying to find some good tasting polyethylene, not this rubber bullshit. This was not my day and I went to sleep hungry. Wishful thinking.

On Thursday I found myself gliding into a narrow, green, single-use, polypropyleen tunnel. Oh my god, I am literally starving. The surface of the tunnel is a little wet and covered with puddles of a light brown, thick, syrupy substance. It smelled pretty fresh so I decided to stick my tongue in the liquid mess. I slurped the liquid mess into my body. A little too sweet for my liking. creamy, but in, like, the worst possible way. I decided to eat my way out again. The taste of plasticized mocca with a touch of whipped cream was not for me, I rather have mine skinny, extra shot in my Reusable 16oz Hot Cup and decided to go. Time for a new eco way of slurping.

I wake up and I am thrown in a puffy lightweight material, I bounce into the green, plastic, cloud. I feel hungry and nibble from the green stuff, to my surprise it tastes better than what I have ever munched on be for. This was not your average foliage. I eat and I eat and eat from the Classic low-density polyethylene plastic.

I am stockpiling on plastic.

I go through cheddar cheese wrappers,

I go through lightweight gum packages.

I go through single-used sippy lids and shopping bags used once as a garbage bag.

I go through beyond what our bodies actually need to live so I can feed the next generation.

Written for and invited by Nina van Tuikwerd for her graduation project: Life in the Phusicene. What is our human impact on the world and what do we leave behind for future, non-human, generations? A project where she extrapolates upon a scenario for what could be the next period of Earth’s history: the Phusicene.




THE FAMILY PACK

Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems

A House where rules are broken, reconstructed and wiped off like smudged mascara. Take a tour and binge eat a beefy lasagna bolognese XXL, look for hardcore, masculine daddies and cleanse your skin with funky, powdery, wet baby wipes. Don't you love the smell of it?




A DATE NIGHT:
The Perfect Mismatch

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Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
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Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
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Installation by Mimi José (Michiel Heemskerk and Josephine van Schendel)
Was the urban decay naked heat pallette the only match they actually had? presented at Art Bnb, The Hague 2017
Photography by Linnea Gerrits




KASSL

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Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems

Stills for fashion brand Kassl editions made with Gijsje Ribbens
Photography by Anh Kiet Duong




PICK ME UP

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Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems

A documentation and investigation on Grindr conversations with an opening sentence based on one's profile and stats.




WHAT'S IN MY BAG?
#1 #2 #3 #4

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Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
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Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems

My life and that of others as a newsflesh. foldable A3 Silkscreen prints




IN YOUR SPACE

Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems
Michiel Heemskerk @michielheems

Dating stories, written and translated into terrariums
presented at Sexytimes, Sexyland 2017, Amsterdam






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"Slowly scratching your throat like a dorito"


I go through single-used sippy lids and shopping bags used once as a garbage bag. Pure. Plastic. Porn


"No magic really happens in here"
We didn’t even get to the part where the Titanic hits the iceberg.

Again I dreamt about mariah carey, we were chewing gum and rolling on the pavement.


country meets couture but still modern vibe.

“You made an exception from your gluten intolerance. He really wanted to eat chicken nuggets with me”
I will never love again and always love you but without you I can't live! xx

We found my false eyelash on your ass when we woke up in our a bed covered in garlic butter coated bread crusts

"You just got eye-rolled"



Average lasagna?
Not in this house baby.

Feeding a new maximalist look.
"Just pretend you are at the beach"