COME visit me at my roasting facility and you’ll notice two things. First, the spray paint industry is alive and well and on full display by roving bands of trigger-fingered youth roaming the neighborhood looking for an unwitting wall cum canvas for their next picasso tag.
The second thing you might notice, or not notice, is us. That’s because we have no signage on our door or out front. Anywhere. Part of that is cultivating the mystique of having to search hard and find a great underground artist: if you know, you know. Just make the secret knock and the doors of roasted Xanadu will magically open before you. The other part is laziness/lack of willingness to dedicate time/funds for a proper sign.
In any event, both of the things you notice may seem to converge, literally, on our front door as of yesterday, as I took my DIY self into the realm of self-styled stenciling as means of being a door sign for Brown. Technically, most of the letters (except the stylized coffee bean substituted for the “O” in BROWN) are of the same font. And generally, they are of similar size and more or less in a straight line. But if you just passed by quickly on the street in your car you might could convince your whisking by eye that someone has tagged our front door and that, maybe, somewhat, they have done a decent job on the art of it.
Anyway, the first phase of my door painting is drying tonight and tomorrow I’ll clean it up and outline it so that it looks–hopefully–both identifying and presentable for our guests.
So I guess no more secret knocks.