
Fee: Ok, you know when you want to make a boy feel real good? Well that’s what my jewellery wants to do, but to a girl. There’s nothing better than a St Bernard lick to zip open the fanny pack. My accessories are similar; they’re an opening move, a piece of stimulation to create the night’s look around. There’s one item that I made from an old baby coat hanger. VICE: What freak’s going to wear a baby coat hanger?
Fee: It doesn’t resemble its original form. I cut off the 2D Mother Hubbard characters from the plastic frame and linked them to a gold chain. I dress up suburban trash with a wave of the wand; bling. Due to the random nature of the garbage man, most of the pieces are one-offs, and I mean ‘one-offs’, like, one earring. Bar flies always ask me whether I have lost an earring. I reply, shoo fly, don’t bother me unless your name be Ozone. I always wanted to be Kelly in Electric Boogaloo. VICE: Kelly was a good role model.
Fee: Yeah. I like her heaps more than today’s idols. A lot of hip-hop and r’n’b stars lost their way a few years back and became a slave to logos. With the licks, I’m bringing street jewellery back to its crafty roots. I am not trying to be ironic. My childhood was filled with making bracelets and charms from the scraps around me. There’s a lot to salvage from the suburbs. And, sister, can I call you sister? VICE: Give it to me.
Fee: Why, sister, a girl should never have to drag her arse into debt to look good. TIMOTHY MOORE