The Beauty of Strange Things

In a world of clean lines and perfect symmetry, we gravitate toward the strange and instinctual.

Pulp Fictitious isn’t here to mass-produce sameness. We hand-build each piece with a deliberate skew—a handle too many, a silhouette that moves like a thought.  

While familiar fades into the background, the unfamiliar makes you linger. You tilt your head, reach out, and wonder where it came from.

Rules make sense. But strangeness? That makes magic. It shifts the atmosphere quietly, completely.

Symmetry is safe. But when did safe ever start a dialogue?

The human hand doesn’t default to perfect. Strange forms feel familiar, like something ancient and tactile.

You’ll find them in a sculpted squiggle, in the stubborn lean of a spout. Imperfections aren’t accidents, they’re expressions. The lean, the weight, the grain, the rough pour—all of it speaks to the truth of the making. 

Each piece is crafted in small batches, not just for exclusivity, but to honor the pace of hands and the time it takes.

We make less, slower, and with intent.

You’re not just owning an object. You’re bringing home a piece of yourself, shaped in our studio, made with our hands but always meant for yours.

And when it sits on your mantle, holds a stem, or keeps you quiet company while you turn pages and sip something warm—or when the world feels like a lot—it’s there. Your pulp form. A small rebellion against bland. An extension of you. 

A little odd. A little off. Just right for someone like you.