The Tillmans have long been a little jealous that they weren't around when we hit the MCA with the Roadrunner bench years ago (ages ago, it seems). It's the one thing we've done without them that they wish they'd been a part of, ever. They like the building, like much of the work inside, like the steel structure next door. So of course they chucked a pair of shoefiti nearby. In the parking lot across the street, though we would have preferred somewhere a little more daring, perhaps somewhere inside. But the boys have respect for what they respect and they chose to keep their distance this time.