Getting six kiwi pop-art icons to sit on the same couch without a single claw being drawn is, frankly, a miracle of modern diplomacy.
When we set out to document the inner minds of The PopArt Collection, we expected discussions on colour theory, structural composition, and the socioeconomic impact of small-batch luxury soap crafting. We got all that but we also spent four hours negotiating salmon allowances with a tiny blue kitten, dodging a flying orange cat in a spotted bowtie, and being given a formal noise complaint by a purple critic named Winston. What follows is an excerpt of our afternoon with the world’s most vibrant felines.
They are bold. They are beautiful. And they are completely unhinged!
Booklet only, no cats included.





