The Pin Clock began as a kind of serious joke: an attempt to make time something you could actually touch. Cork doesn’t try to stand out, but it never disappears. It is warm, light, slightly stubborn — like the people who work it.
In Lluís Llenas' workshop at Vullpellac, we watched raw cork become precise. Slowly. The rhythm of the CNC machine, the sanding by hand, the faint smell that stays in the air. Inside, we fitted a quartz mechanism the material neither needs nor resists.
Then came the pins. They turn the clock into a small domestic wall for notes, for thoughts that don’t last. What remains is a quiet object, useful, with a hint of absurdity. A clock that tells the time — and gently invites you to waste some.