Sandwiches

PYROTECHNICS: A PYRO'S TECHNIQUE

What's this have to do with furniture? That's hard to say, specifically, but they are lovely images (we think). And the combustible is dust from our panel saw, and the photos come from our yard at the shop. So that's something. The cold is coming in our part of the world, so go ahead and warm your hands by the fireball.

ROADRUNNER SHOEFITI: DENVER, MCA (PART 2)

Another pair of images from the shoefiti chuck at the MCA, just because we can't get enough of Clovis's signature up-the-side-of-a-building shots.

ROADRUNNER SHOEFITI: DENVER, MCA

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.

DESIGN GRAVEYARD: CONTAINER HOUSE

This thing is sleeping at best, one of the walking undead at spooky worst. The rendering is the bare-bones earliest look at what we had planned as step 1 on our march to global pre-fab domination. Not a DoubleButter project, per se, since there was a third Butter involved. Planned for a lot up on Clay Street, within spitting distance of Mile High (sorry, Invesco). Three 40-foot high box ISO shipping containers on each of the first two levels, one up top, with some steel-and-glass stick build add-ons, a green roof and (in our fantasy) active and passive solar. Thought better of the spec house when the bubble burst and put the thing on the shelf, or under ground as the case may be. Thought a side business (as if) of tricking out shipping containers with DB flavor at the shop, trucking them or shipping them to the site with a set of plug-and-play utilities and systems, would be grand. Still think so, in fact. Got a couple spare millions to seed the enterprise and make a go of it with a couple wide-eyed Pollyannas? Call us. We love to chat.

ROADRUNNER SHOEFITI: BOULDER, ARAPAHOE AND 14TH

We sent the Tillmans up to Boulder yesterday partly to scout a location for a pop-up shop we're thinking about opening for November and December and partly to get them out of our way so we could get some work done. The pop-up shop is an idea we've kicked around for a while now. Seems a good way to dip our toes into retail in a fun, low-cost, low-risk way. Boulder is a good first stop, we figure—just up the road a piece, still close to home. Of course when they were there Clovis and Darnell left a shoefiti calling card, hoping for a clear shot of the Flatirons as backdrop. By no means clear but a pretty fall scene nonetheless. Oh, and those clouds are now covering Denver too with a completely unwelcome early taste of winter. Blech. More on the DoubleButter Boulder pop-up shop as the Horsehead boys figure out the plan.

HORSEHEAD HITS SUPERHEROES SMACK IN THE FACE

Clovis and Darnell Tillman, the so-called braintrust of Horsehead Crating Company, claim we're full of ourselves. We get it from them all the time. They say we're all we talk about, all we think about. Well, maybe, but this we know: the Tillmans, at least our Tillmans, are full of shit. To wit: this tag (that pink and yellow bit on the blue wall) on the Supheroes headquarters, or former Superheroes headquarters to be precise. Sandwiched between the Fancy Tiger craft store and Strelka, the Sputnik kitchen, at the corner of Ellsworth and Broadway. Superheroes, as you may know, was or is the company fronted by Ian Coyle, interactive and letterpress man of steel. Well Ian up and flew to Portland (he really likes rain) for good (or goodish anyway), and the Tillmans claim they had something to do with it. Claim he heard they had moved in on his turf, professionally and geographically, and he ran scared north and west. Very silly notion, one they can't really believe. Anyway, they say the tag is a final claim on all that was his. We say baloney. Not even the first tag. Check the knit sleeve on that bit of pipe courtesy of the Ladies Fancywork Society. Better up your game, bozos.

ROADRUNNER SHOEFITI: DENVER, 7TH AND CLARKSON

We'd noticed the recent addition of this pair of flaming orange sneaker shoefiti to the wire above one of our bike routes through town and we felt the gauntlet had been thrown down (forgive the sartorially incorrect metaphor). So today we stepped up. If it's a fall themed event—and it ought to be since today was perhaps the sweetest early fall day in the history of early fall—we think we're both dressed appropriately. Our opponent chose the flashy full orange of deep autumn; we chose the more poetic green and yellow, to symbolize the transition we're in. Before we made the chuck we took a minute to size up the sneakers' moves solo; they are fine and graceful. But our Roadrunner shoefiti bring smart steps too. In any case, the dance-off is now on and may the best pair win.

M.I.A. DAM ROADRUNNER: UPDATE FROM A HORSEHEAD MOLE

The Horsehead Crating boys managed to plant a mole inside the DAM to do some digging into the fate of the rogue Roadrunner bench we "donated" to the museum a couple years back. Seems one of the fellas in the facilities crew which cut it out took it home with him, painted it a new color and set it up in his back yard. A happy bit of news, that (except maybe for the paint job). Sadly, word from the Tillmans' mole is that the guy is no longer with the museum and his whereabouts are unknown. We'd of course love to pay the bench and its owner a visit, just to say hey and check out the new look and the new digs. So, if in the most remote of remote chances you are the dude and you're reading this, give us a shout, name your preferred beverage and we'll swing by for a drink and a chat. No fooling.