Scrolling through the Instagram accounts of @frostedhag, @gigislittlekitchen @cakes4sport, @cakes_for_no_occasion, @bodega_cakes, @yip.studio_ and @yungkombucha420 is a deliciously dizzying experience. Sumptuous mounds of consumable art fill the screen. Fondant oozes from unidentifiable orifices. Dribbles of icing run down lopsided tiers. Neon splattered chaos seeps into crevices, blurs frosted florals and puddles at the base. ⁠ ⁠ If perfection is present, it’s contrasted with clashing, garish tones. Gone is the restrictive, impossibly-pristine standard set in place by the Wilton cake empire during the ’50s. Instead, these post-millennial bakers, most of whom found their calling during lockdown, go wherever the fondant leads them. Rather than the other way around. ⁠ ⁠ Words by @estheradamsachara, graphic by @cczofia. Tap the link in our bio for the full story.