If Antonio Marguet ran on a certain kind of fuel, it would probably be “high-octane absurdity”. He calls himself a born collector, and he’s been mismatching the best of his finds to create some seriously bizarre structures (he likes to use the term “frictions”.) But it’s not just an irreverence for function that makes his work tick – it’s the excellent photography, all soda-machine bubble-gum pop, along with those funny little titles (Santa Barbara New Car Scent…!) that bring them to life. While his personal work tends towards pure aesthetic ridiculousness, he’s more than capable of streamlining his imagery for some slick (but still pretty weird) jewelry campaigns.