Plastica · Token Detail
Plastica #139
Each token in Plastica presents a miniature capsule-toy artifact photographed in extreme close-up. The opened yellow capsule appears as a recurring curatorial motif, framing the object like a display case.
The focus is texture and material truth: seams, scratches, dust, gloss, and micro-geometry — the quiet poetry of plastic.

Token information
- Collection
- Plastica
- Token ID
- #139
- Artifact Type
- Micro Figurine
- Capsule State
- Hinged Open
- Backdrop
- Soft Grey Studio
- Lighting
- Side Light
- Optics
- Macro Crisp
- Condition
- Light Scuffs
- Colourway
- Primary Pop
- Layout
- Centered Plate
- Rarity
- Common
Owner information
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