COARSE for #ThailandToyExpo 2017
COARSE will be at the coming Thailand Toy Expo (May 4-7, 2017) with at least TWO exclusives revealed thus far! The NIBBLE & ROOT : TTE BLACKOUT Series (exclusive to Playhouse), and “PROTECT ME : TURN BACK NO”!
“Nibble and Root : TTE BLACKOUT Series” will be unleashed to the public on Saturday, May 6, 2017 (at 11:00am / Thailand time) @ the Eden Playhouse booth, 2nd floor.
The “Bangkok” Edition stands 7” tall and is limited to 250pcs at the event, each priced at 3,590 Baht (US$104- / SG$145) *Weight is 1kg including package (for traveller’s possible over-weight luggage considerations :p)
The smaller sized “Siam” Edition stand 4” tall (*Weighing in at 0.7kg including package) and will be priced at 680 Baht (US$20- / SG$27+) - limited to 330 pieces at the event.
And if you’re wondering if Playhouse will offer these online, this is their message on Facebook (to kill your toy-dreams :p):
"Dear Valued Customers,
Nibble and Root TTE Blackout Series was especially design to be an exclusive products for Thailand Toy Expo event. So, Play House will only be selling in Thailand only at the event on May 6, 2017. We will not be selling online locally or globally. We truly apologize any inconvenience this may have caused."
The “Protect Me : Turn Back Now” figure set by JPX x COARSE features a 13” tall BOXER NOOP and a 13” tall KAI (Gamecock). Available for 14,500 baht (per set, includes Noop & Kai - weighs 4kg including package) US$ / SG$. As for the product limitation, please read accordingly;
"Edition of 250 sets worldwide.
World first release on May 5, 2017 at 11.00 am (selling at TTE exclusive shop).
We will only offer 100 sets at Thailand Toy Expo (TTE), Each customers that purchase at TTE will receive super limited gift from COARSE and JPX.
Other 150 sets will release to our global distributor after the event."
STORY: "The solitude that follows … He sits and waits in the darkness. This moment was bound to come—he has been destined for it all his life—but still it seems impossible it is happening. Destiny, fate, the inevitable: No matter how much you grasp it, it never really settles in, never finds its way into your bones until what was foreseen finally comes.
Maybe he could have avoided what is coming, and now he plays a dangerous game, running through all the possibilities in his head: What if he had turned left instead of right, climbed down instead of up? Would he still be here in this room, waiting in the darkness?
He stands and paces, back and forth, from one end of the room to the other. He has always done this when he is nervous. He learned it from his father, who learned it from his father before him. Walking in circles, thinking in circles, what if he had listened, what if he had tried?
He could dig a tunnel and escape. He could clench his fists and bore a hole in the ceiling. He is strong enough; that is why they have brought him here. But where would that take him? Deeper underground, higher towards the sky, none of it would matter. Every escape would lead to another place to wait.
What is life for if not for waiting?
And now the siren sounds, and he backs away into the darkness. They are coming for him, just as he expected. But so soon? He thought he had more time, though even he knew he had lost track of it. Sometimes it felt like the months sped by, and other times it was as if a year had been swallowed by a day. The space between the instant he arrived and the instant the door opened could have lasted seconds or years. Waiting distorts; it bends the world.
Still, he thought he had longer to sort everything out. Wasn’t he going to see the world? Wasn’t he going to phone his mother? But now, as the light pours in and the crowd outside erupts into a roar, he is not actually certain what he would have done with more time.
What is the opposite of waiting? Doing, making, seeing, speaking—aren’t these all just one in the same?
They grab his limbs, his head falls back. He has been in the darkness so long he no longer remembers what he is—bird or man—and the light is overwhelming, unbearable, a thing he forgets exists until the moment it burns his eyes.
And now here he is, ready but not, afraid but not, giving himself over to this moment, this torment, which was destined, fated, inevitable. And if he can, he will wait within these seconds, neither fighting nor resisting, just breathing, waiting, fearing not all that is past him, but all that is on its way.
Somewhere in his mind, a clock ticks."
