Tequila Sunrise
A hyperreal still life staging a post-industrial cocktail ritual. Tequila sunrise blends domestic symbols, broken materials, and synthetic textures into a fragile choreography of excess and entropy.
Creative Direction:
gezeisel.studio
Role:
3D Artist
Year:
2020
Pour, stir, repeat: the aesthetics of collapse disguised as celebration.
In tequila sunrise, familiar elements, bricks, ice cubes, timber, glass, fabric, orbit a crimson sphere like ingredients of a drink never mixed. A textured blender jug stands ready, empty, as if awaiting a ritual that never begins. The red mattress blocks in the background hint at comfort or danger, while the streaked floor collapses spatial logic into a motion blur of acceleration.
What appears festive at first glance slowly unravels into an uncanny composition: the modular warmth of the materials is undercut by their precarious arrangement. Each element teeters on the edge of purpose and parody, utility and uselessness.
Referencing the cocktail's name, but subverting its hedonistic associations, Tequila Sunrise becomes a study in staged disintegration — a suspended gesture of mixing, shaking, breaking.
Tequila Sunrise
A hyperreal still life staging a post-industrial cocktail ritual. Tequila sunrise blends domestic symbols, broken materials, and synthetic textures into a fragile choreography of excess and entropy.
Creative Direction:
gezeisel.studio
Role:
3D Artist
Year:
2020
Pour, stir, repeat: the aesthetics of collapse disguised as celebration.
In tequila sunrise, familiar elements, bricks, ice cubes, timber, glass, fabric, orbit a crimson sphere like ingredients of a drink never mixed. A textured blender jug stands ready, empty, as if awaiting a ritual that never begins. The red mattress blocks in the background hint at comfort or danger, while the streaked floor collapses spatial logic into a motion blur of acceleration.
What appears festive at first glance slowly unravels into an uncanny composition: the modular warmth of the materials is undercut by their precarious arrangement. Each element teeters on the edge of purpose and parody, utility and uselessness.
Referencing the cocktail's name, but subverting its hedonistic associations, Tequila Sunrise becomes a study in staged disintegration — a suspended gesture of mixing, shaking, breaking.
Tequila Sunrise
A hyperreal still life staging a post-industrial cocktail ritual. Tequila sunrise blends domestic symbols, broken materials, and synthetic textures into a fragile choreography of excess and entropy.
Creative Direction:
gezeisel.studio
Role:
3D Artist
Year:
2020
Pour, stir, repeat: the aesthetics of collapse disguised as celebration.
In tequila sunrise, familiar elements, bricks, ice cubes, timber, glass, fabric, orbit a crimson sphere like ingredients of a drink never mixed. A textured blender jug stands ready, empty, as if awaiting a ritual that never begins. The red mattress blocks in the background hint at comfort or danger, while the streaked floor collapses spatial logic into a motion blur of acceleration.
What appears festive at first glance slowly unravels into an uncanny composition: the modular warmth of the materials is undercut by their precarious arrangement. Each element teeters on the edge of purpose and parody, utility and uselessness.
Referencing the cocktail's name, but subverting its hedonistic associations, Tequila Sunrise becomes a study in staged disintegration — a suspended gesture of mixing, shaking, breaking.
Tequila Sunrise
A hyperreal still life staging a post-industrial cocktail ritual. Tequila sunrise blends domestic symbols, broken materials, and synthetic textures into a fragile choreography of excess and entropy.
Creative Direction:
gezeisel.studio
Role:
3D Artist
Year:
2020
Pour, stir, repeat: the aesthetics of collapse disguised as celebration.
In tequila sunrise, familiar elements, bricks, ice cubes, timber, glass, fabric, orbit a crimson sphere like ingredients of a drink never mixed. A textured blender jug stands ready, empty, as if awaiting a ritual that never begins. The red mattress blocks in the background hint at comfort or danger, while the streaked floor collapses spatial logic into a motion blur of acceleration.
What appears festive at first glance slowly unravels into an uncanny composition: the modular warmth of the materials is undercut by their precarious arrangement. Each element teeters on the edge of purpose and parody, utility and uselessness.
Referencing the cocktail's name, but subverting its hedonistic associations, Tequila Sunrise becomes a study in staged disintegration — a suspended gesture of mixing, shaking, breaking.