Monday, January 18, 2016
'it's not THAT gay."
Sometimes, that's all I need to hear.
This lamp is a gift for my friend and jean maker Zace Meyers.
I've spoken of Zace in various posts before. We always seem to call each other when we're at some type of cross road in our lives. For those that don't know of Zace, he is a jean maker from Ohio. What sets him apart from other jean makers is that where most people in that industry will just approve a pattern and send it off to a factory to be produced...he IS the pattern maker, he IS the factory, he IS the accountant, he IS the marketing dept., he IS shipping and receiving, he IS research and development.
Currently he IS at a sort of "new beginning" in his life, and I, as a friend, wanted to make him something.
I wanted to make him something so he can remember when the life page got turned.
You see one day, I'm bringing my family down to his farm, and there will be a moment when Zace and I will be sipping coffee by the light of that lamp, and I'm going to say "remember that shit?..."
The next few photos are from a interior job we have been working on for several months.
Several months because the only things that were not custom made on this project, were the screws. I have a feeling that, if we had the machinery to make our own screws....we'd be making custom screws too.
What you can't really tell from the photos, is that this entire project is steel, glass, and rift cut red oak.
All the steel railings were fabricated in the clients back yard, all the balusters (the pieces that go up and down) were hand milled.
When we first took on the project, we assumed that you could just order up 10' balusters from any stair part retailer. I'm here to inform you that no you can fucking not just order up 10' balusters, because I called every stair part manufacturer in the country and was either laughed at or hung up on. So, on to plan B, except the problem was....there was no plan B. Plan B turned into like plan K after brainstorming options for what was becoming "these stupid fucking balusters".
Let me tell you all something. If you don't reach a point in your craft or career where you ask yourself at least once a day "why the fuck am I doing this? Cause it sure as hell isn't for the fame and fortune."...then you're doing something wrong.
Here's an example as to why we do what we do...we're building out a space for a client, one of the elements for this space is an old factory window. Now, we simply could have jumped on Craigslist and bought one for around $35, but we said fuck it, we'll make one. Friday, I'm building and aging the window frame while Zack is welding the steel for the window panels. A couple hours later, Zack sets the steel inside the window box and says..."that's kinda gay.", where I reply "it's not THAT gay". He goes back, welds up some more pieces, sets them in the box and says "wanna go to lunch?". We're on our way out and the client happens to be walking in, so we say, "we're finishing up the window, wanna check it out?". They come down to the shop and their eyes bug out, and the one gentleman exclaims "IT"S PERFECT!!!!!!".
That is what we build for. We build because it defines us to ourselves, but our motivation comes from a customers excitement.
If what is mediocre to us, is amazing to a client? Well, they're in for a big surprise.
Hard work doesn't always pay off in dollars. We're living proof of that. We've gotten fucked more then a red light district prostitute, but we forge on because we love our craft, we love the environment that we work in every day, and we love our work being appreciated.