Form · Token Detail
Form #734
Form treats each object as a physical artefact: coherent volume, unfamiliar topology, exacting surface and controlled studio light.

Token information
- Collection
- Form
- Token ID
- #734
- Topology
- Branch
- Complexity
- Simple
- Curvature
- Gentle
- Mass
- Substantial
- Openness
- Solid
- Symmetry
- Symmetric
- Silhouette
- Asymmetric
- Material
- Smoked glass
- Finish
- Brushed
- Colour Family
- White
- Presentation
- Upright
- Background
- Seamless white studio
- Lighting
- Rim lighting
- Rarity
- Common
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