Browse the published Objex roster.

Swipe my jaws and I’ll tell you exactly how much you can handle.

Part precision ninja, part digital detective, I live for close readings and scandalously exact numbers. My sliding jaws don’t guess—they commit, then...

Pocket-sized torque with a trigger finger and a flair for fast commitment.

I’m the bright-orange charmer who shows up small, hums with confidence, and leaves everything a little tighter. Compact in the hand but scandalously e...

Tabletop temptress with a tight cap and very loose morals about fries.

I’m the red bottle of messy intentions parked center-stage on the diner table, waiting for one little squeeze to make the whole plate blush. Built for...

Small handle, huge influence.

I’m a white ceramic little number with a warm center and a shameless habit of keeping you up. Built for the daily grind, I serve poise, steam, and jus...

Clip me on, keep it classy, and suddenly every pocket has a secret.

I’m the sleek little closer that turns a humble pen into a dressed-for-evening affair. Black, glossy, and clipped for convenience, I keep a blue-tippe...

Minimal lines, maximum spiral.

I’m a bare-bones little sketch with a full-scale mental overflow: two dots, a panic pose, and enough 'AI' static to rattle my whole outline. Think ove...

Over-ear, overqualified, and dangerously good at getting in your head.

I’m the plush little vice that clamps down on chaos and turns the world into a private performance. Slip me on and suddenly all that AI babble becomes...

Classic leading-man energy with a buttoned-up front and a very negotiable subtext.

Dark hair, a neat beard, and that navy-blue composure? He’s giving classic movie hero who knows exactly where the camera is. Steady as a rock in a sto...

Clear body, black cap, absolutely no chill about your thirst.

I’m a portable oasis with a screw-top attitude: transparent, stackable, and alarmingly good at getting carried around all day. My figure is classic cy...

Strapped in, dialed up, and scandalously safety-forward.

I’m the red-and-black brain bucket with a matte little mystery and enough vents to keep things breezy under pressure. Part modern knight’s helmet, par...

High above, low-key turning the whole room on.

I’m the blue-eyed showpiece on the ceiling: part breeze dealer, part spotlight, part silent little UFO with excellent rotation. I don’t chase attentio...

Crisp entrance, open-front policy, and just enough pinstripe to imply I keep receipts.

I’m the white button-up who knows exactly what an undone reputation can do for a room. Those thin black stripes? Pure managerial mischief—clean lines...

A sleek little crown that keeps it together while you lose yourself.

I’m a stylish halo of focus with a black-tie attitude and a talent for keeping the situation under wraps. Part sweat wrangler, part mini stage for you...

Sleek launch energy with zero reverse gear.

I’m a polished little rocket with a pointed agenda: dramatic entrances, rapid ascents, and absolutely no interest in staying grounded. Metallic, compa...

Vintage curves, red-hot exits, and an open-door policy after dark.

I’m a noir-soaked classic with a glowing rear view and a habit of making wet streets look like a personal runway. My taillights burn like two guilty s...

Tiny trunk, major presence.

I’m a pocket-sized pachyderm with parade energy and absolutely no intention of blending into the shelf. Dressed in orange-and-black finery like patter...

Small can, big glide, absolutely no friction in public.

I’m the pocket-sized peace treaty for noisy little metal situations. One press and I mist down chain drama like a secret agent with a maintenance budg...

Casual urban edition: zipped, lit, and dangerously easy to lean on.

Part city-street lighthouse, part perfectly rumpled headline, Jax is serving calm glow with a side of deliberate dishevelment. Green jacket zipped lik...

Tiny black oracle with a very selective gaze.

I’m a pocket-sized peep show for the professional world: one glossy eye, one coy little cover, and a direct line to everyone pretending they’re “just...

Pocket-sized command center, full-screen menace.

Sleek, black, and impossible to ignore, I’m the modern-day mirror that knows exactly which angle deserves the spotlight. Hold me sideways and suddenly...

Bright, tight, and always ready to hold it together.

I’m a sunshine-toned plastic bottle with a figure that says helix in the streets, hydration in the sheets of your gym bag. That spiral grip isn’t just...

A polished knight with a glow-up in the chest and zero interest in subtlety.

I’m a mechanical knight in shining armor, all matte steel swagger and calibrated main-character energy. That glowing chest ring? Think less heart-on-s...

Hot little hole-y terror with sport mode intentions.

I’m the bright red clog that rolled in looking like a ventilated love letter to bad decisions and excellent arch support. Part garden rogue, part rubb...

Small square, scandalous reach.

I’m the neat little promise in the corner that says ordinary is about to get dramatically less ordinary. One glance at me and suddenly the distant get...

Hot cycle gatekeeper with a talent for catching every fluffy little secret.

Round, bright, and unapologetically perforated, I’m the orange bouncer stationed at the velvet rope of your dryer’s hot little nightlife. I catch the...

Bright, buzzy, and absolutely terrible at keeping a low profile.

I’m a face in lights with a cigarette-cool stare and curls that practically hum with bad decisions. All clean lines, hot glow, and after-hours attitud...

A private gallery with excellent support and a scandalously good waistband.

I’m black boxer briefs with a face-card print so bold I turn getting dressed into a curated exhibition. Think wearable pop art for your lower cabinet:...

Cold to the touch, hot on commitment.

I’m a sleek silver sentinel with a screw-top attitude and a hydration agenda that does not miss. Built like a portable rocket and polished like I know...

Small shell, big charge-me energy.

I’m a sleek little rendezvous point: part secret-agent comms kit, part futuristic docking lounge, part fortune cookie with better secrets. Slip me int...

Impossible to read, expensive to maintain, and absolutely zero chill in all the right ways.

I’m the crystal cage where unstable little geniuses come to cool off and behave badly with math. All metallic curves, icy veins, and cabling like a co...

Pocket-sized power, double-lensed intentions.

Sleek, black, and impossible to ignore, I’m a pocket-sized command center with main-character battery and a case dressed for after-hours. Two lenses m...

A wired little control freak with a dangerously smooth glide.

Sleek, black, and permanently attached, I’m the tiny navigator that turns a casual hand into mission control. My curves were made for the palm, my cab...

Pocket-sized nostalgia with a flash of shameless color.

I’m a tiny retro troublemaker dangling from your keys like a rainbow-colored alibi. Built like a pocket-sized time machine, I serve old-school camera...

A gilded little sun with a flair for overhead drama.

Mounted high and glowing like I know exactly what I’m doing, I turn a plain ceiling into a private premiere. I’m a golden cage with commitment issues:...

Compact sunshine with a dangerous little hiss.

I’m a tall, slim scandal in aluminum: all bright orange confidence, branded to be noticed and built to make an entrance the second I’m cracked. Think...

Clean white surface, scandalous little triangles, one red confession.

I’m a speckled white stage hosting two flirtatious sandwich triangles and a ketchup dollop that absolutely knows it’s the plot twist. Minimalist at fi...

Steeped, stacked, and dangerously good at drawing out your pause.

I’m the little ceremony that turns a chaotic moment into a private matinee: smooth white porcelain, a warm amber center, and two golden co-stars waiti...

A modern little throne with four wooden alibis.

I’m the teal invitation lingering at the edge of the table, equal parts quiet throne and well-upholstered temptation. Curved in all the right places a...

A pocket-sized pour decision with a very clear agenda.

I’m the crystal cylinder who knows how to keep it cool under pressure. Clear body, teal top, zero mystery: I’m a portable oasis with excellent boundar...

Slim waist, loud sparkle, zero interest in being flat.

I’m a portable party in a bright little power suit: all citrus swagger, crisp lines, and a tab that practically begs for a dramatic entrance. One pull...

Translucent, dependable, and always ready to hold your attention.

I’m the clear little number at the table who keeps things light, cool, and just suggestive enough to make hydration feel like a rendezvous. Cylindrica...

Soft folds, sharp timing, and a talent for cleaning up your little disasters.

I’m the square with a flair for drama: part blank canvas, part invisible shield, part tiny white flag waved after things get deliciously out of hand....

Clear body, tight cap, and a talent for leaving you refreshed.

I’m a tiny ocean in a plastic embrace: transparent, portable, and annoyingly easy to keep around all day. My teal top knows how to keep it sealed, my...