The music was the soundtrack to his life.
His skateboard was how he travelled.
As a nipper, he used to save all his pocket money to go to the local newsagent
and get a quarter of his favourites - sweets.
Any kind. Any time.
pear drops / apple sours / flying saucers / fizzy laces / cola cubes / rubarb & custard
it didnt matter.
he didnt care.
As long as he could taste the delicious candy....
Character Drawings by "GEORGIEandJAMES'
Flashforward 20 years later, he had acheived his dream.
He was the proud owner of a small, but perfectly preserved traditional English sweet shop.
He was proud of it.
Every day he would proudly polish the silver scales,
upon which he would pour a quarter of whatever the customer ordered.
The bright pink and white stripe decor on the awning outside
cast a warm, welcoming nostalgic glow across the shop.
But his lot was not a happy one.....
Children these days rarely came to visit him, to fill their bellies with sweet sweets.
They preferred instead to save their money for computer games,
ignoring the nostalgic experience he had so cherished as a child.
The only customers he had these days were drunk students
or arrogant affluent young professionals,
who didn't care for the candy like he did, or had done throughout his life.
One day a dark suited salesman with intimidating Ray-Bans strode into the shop,
casting an ominous shadow over his pink and white trimmed interior.
With sad eyes he gazed, fazed by the eviction notice in front of him.
Times had changed, and so had children.
He cursed at the Governments 'healthy eating' programmes
which had cost him his dream.
As he began to put away his tubs of various kinds of sweets,
packing them into boxes, as if archiving the collection of the past,
one tub fell from the shelf that was still to be packed.
It was an odd shaped box, not like the rotund plastic tub like the others.
He thought to himself he had never seen this one before, as knew all the flavours off by heart...
He opened the geometric tub, hearing a hiss as he turned the metallic lid.
Placing one of the sharp grey and black striped sours in his mouth,
he felt a sudden sweetness he had never felt in all his life.....
And then he heard a voice, shrill and piercing as the candy took him over.
"join us"
He knew then what he had to do.
He knew where he had to go.
And the voice would help him make them pay.
He would bring candy to the world in a way never done before.......
He climbed aboard his now transformed skateboard,
which was now a magnificent fluoro pink,
clanging the doorbell of his sweetshop behind him, he set off to change the future.....
THE KANDY-MAN-KAN wears neon leggings and pink shorts from American Apparel,
socks by Tabio,Neon Pink weighing scale mobility platform from Shinjuku, Japan,
neon multistar tee and vintage replica Jem & the Holograms tee by James Hamilton Butler,
pink neon stretch belt by Alexander McQueen
pink cravat by Libertys, fingerless 80's vintage gloves from Brick Lane Mkt, headphone visor from Lumine, Japan,
diamante brooches by Marjan Pejoski & duck diamante necklace from Butler & Wilson
There are loads of sounds in there......
you may hear what you never wanna hear again......
It may kill you ... the sound of death.....
These are not Kandy! Do not eat them! even if he offers them to you!
o yeah!
DO NOT DISTURB HIM
WHILST THE KANDYMAN KAN MAKES SHAPES TO HIS MUSIC...
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