Film snaps of Draught Dry Good's beloved workshop and second home, 7K- Autumn, 2016.
The studio ebbs and flows with the number of projects on the bench at any given time (usually many, sometimes few). With No. 07 being well over a hundred pieces (once part B is released) the space has been operating like a smoke filled amoeba, with protoplasmic piles of leather scrap and funky prototypes threatening to swallow any animal or person that makes the mistake of paying us a visit.
We wouldn't have it any other way - a creative space should be chaotic and vibrating with the burden of opportunity. Extra clean and organized work spaces give us anxiety and make us feel like we are at the dentist. Extra quiet, non-rap-playing creative spaces make us feel like we are back in the tenth grade, banished to in-school-suspension where time slowed to a crawl and we were forced to stare at the wall for eight hours in silence - medieval, tortuous forms of academic punishment. Lord knows, we deserved all of it.