THE SUN SETS ON HANSEL TILLMAN

A last look through the fine eyes of Hansel Tillman (another after the jump). Cheers, lad, until next time.
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HANSEL TILLMAN: TILTING AT WINDMILLS

So why didn't we hire Hansel Tillman? Clearly, from his portfolio and obvious skills in the shop, he's qualified. No doubt we'd have learned more from him than he would have from us. But seriously, the dude is hell bent on slaying imaginary foes. Republicans, immigrants, Mormons, lawyers, building inspectors—they're all out to get him and take what's rightfully his. You too, probably. We certainly felt that way after negotiating terms for his employment. He was so convinced that we were out to swindle him—out of what, we were never sure—that we were convinced he was out to swindle us. The fool who is tirelessly preparing for an imagined onslaught is the fool who'll shiv you when your back is turned, no doubt. Anyway, no hard feelings at the end of the day. A perfect companion for a pint at the pub, a hale fellow on the jobsight, a nightmare employee. Classic Tillman.
 
WE'VE GOT A WEAKNESS FOR SHIPPING CONTAINERS

We've gone on about this before—the spec house we were planning to build out of them near Mile High (that'd be Invesco Field to you defenders of corporate naming rights), the two we've got in the yard, the stack we're scheming for our offices—and we're sure Hansel Tillman knew a bit of this given how he went on about his familiarity with all things shipping container in his interview with us. Excuse us, not shipping containers but "boxes" or "connex" or better yet "corn chex." Whatever. Apparently the company he works for up in Alaska moves their equipment from site to site in containers and as proof he offered up these handsome shots. If you too have a weakness for container porn, click through for a full-size image after the jump.
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PEOPLE LIKE PLANES SO HERE'S A PRETTY PLANE PICTURE (COURTESY OF HANSEL TILLMAN)

Folks seemed particularly jazzed by that last post from Hansel Tillman's Alaska portfolio—particularly the photos of that strange plane—so we're throwing up this bonus plane photo today (with a rainbow to boot!) just to keep the Sandwich-eating public happy.
 
HANSEL TILLMAN'S FLYING LOAF OF BREAD AND BACK-COUNTRY BATTLE WAGON

So that's not Hansel's plane (though he is buying a plane, now that he's got a strip of property long enough to land one—God help us) but that strange orange skiing tank is one of his Alaskan rides, the specific origins of which we never got the straight dope on. Purportedly there was a bit of bartering involving a muskox and borrowed crane that somehow ended up at the bottom of a lake. Anyway, we thought these rides among all the strange vehicle photos Hansel Tillman submitted with his portfolio gave off a very Tillman odor. More photos of the plane after the jump, plus a shot of one very strange flat-bed pickup.
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HANSEL TILLMAN'S PONTOON CAR

Just for the fun of it, the first in a short series of posts on the sometimes strange vehicular world of Hansel Tillman, Swiss cousin of Darnell and Clovis Tillman of Horsehead Crating Company and former candidate for a spot on our crew. Here, what appears to be a Land Rover Defender converted into a pontoon car. Brilliant. Another pair of photos after the jump.
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HANSEL TILLMAN: WOULD YOU HIRE THIS GUY (PART THREE)?

Today, a few pretty photos from Hansel Tillman's portfolio of the towers he and his crew erect in Alaska. The job appears to involve all things electric-utility-structure-related (shots of some wind turbines in a later post, but no pictures of the nuclear plant he claims to have worked on). Not sure how this qualified him to build our furniture but there's no disputing his ability to take photos of other people working. An animated gif of a power tower going up after the jump.
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HANSEL TILLMAN: WOULD YOU HIRE THIS GUY (PART TWO)?

Jeez, you make one off-color, tongue-in-cheek comment about a supposedly thick-skinned family and the whole clan goes berserk. Or at least you get an inbox full of return insults. Let us be clear: in spite of all the ribbing, we love the Tillmans. In fact, we had a we-love-the-Tillmans post all ready to go as part of nostalgia week until a Tillman—Clovis himself—reminded us that not even the Tillmans get nostalgic about the Tillmans. Anyway, Hansel is a good lad, fun and smart and a skilled fabricator, we just wouldn't want to have him hanging around the shop full time. No disrespect, just honesty. There's a reason the guy moved to Alaska and somehow grew closer with the rest of the family. His medicine works best in small doses.
 
HANSEL TILLMAN: WOULD YOU HIRE THIS GUY (PART ONE)?

Imagine yourself in possession of a small but growing furniture company and that until now you and your partner and a couple of doofuses-for-hire have done everything to get you where you are. But where your are is not where you want to be. Plus, you've got more work than you can reasonably handle, what with life outside the shop and all (balance, friends, balance). What to do? If you're us, you interview a relative of one of the doofuses to lend a hand and lighten the load. That's right, a Tillman. Horsehead Crating Company. Skilled at all things hand made but, frankly, a bunch of assholes. Anyway, a week ago we interviewed Hansel Tillman, a Swiss cousin of the original Horseheads, for a straight-up DoubleButter opening. In the shop, making our furniture. More on the results of the interview in the coming week but for now just a couple shots from his portfolio. These are from his long stay in Alaska working as a jackass-of-all-trades for a power company. Like the rest of the Tillmans, he's got a fine eye for beautiful decay. More after the jump.
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NOSTALGIA WEEK: DAY 5

A year or so after we hooked up as DoubleButter, after the glow of that first show wore off, we found ourselves shouting to no one in particular in the dark wilderness of the unlinked-to Internet. Really, what good is a website and a sweet body of work if no one knows about them? We weren't (and aren't) about to launch any sort of conventional advertising blitz, partly because we couldn't afford it and mostly because it struck us as abjectly lame. So we hatched the idea of graffiti furniture, dropping a couple of un-asked-for benches in prominent places (both of which needed and need a good place to sit, if we do say so ourselves) and videotaping the whole silly stunt. The video and apparent ballsiness got picked up by a few blogs and no one got arrested and, holy shit, some people noticed. Scared the piss out of us though, in a fun way. Anyway, for old time's sake, here's a draft of the flier for the show we had at the 400 (as dead now as P Design Gallery) that the bench stunt was purportedly promoting and here's a link to the video showing the installations at the DAM and the MCA.
 
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