What would a lingerie pin look like—for men? And more specifically, for gay men like bears? These pieces start with white briefs, pressed into silver to leave behind their weave—cotton becoming metal, fabric becoming texture. I applied color to some of the pieces. I left some raw. The pins shift meaning depending on where they land: on a lapel, on the waistband of trunks after a run, on the floor. Do they emphasize masculinity? Or do they reveal a fetish object—a fantasy? These aren’t declarations. They’re suggestions. A glance. An invitation. A rendezvous. A brief encounter.