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IMG_6347A couple months back, we reported on our first encounter with a place called Doob, where you enter a futuristic white chamber, some mechanisms pop and whirr, and out comes a miniature, 3D-printed replica of you, a little like the last kid in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. (Unlike the Dahl story, though, the original you remains intact and unharmed. Whew!)

IMG_6337Well. We couldn’t Doob half a dozen of our members without several others clamoring to be Doobed too. So we returned to their downtown studio for a second round.

IMG_6291IMG_6326IMG_6371Three more poses to select, three more turns through the machinery, and then three more 6-week stretches for the printing to be done (it’s not instant, like the phrase “and out comes” might suggest), and presto, three more of us have mini-me’s to cuddle and show off.

IMG_6902IMG_6938IMG_8575Is it worth the money? Yeah, it kind of totally is, even though these things are expensive (like hundreds of dollars each, though the kind folks at Doob cut us a deal in recognition of the number of them we ordered). Just imagine having a little naked you on your bookshelf to astonish your friends and embarrass your parents!

IMG_6989Or you might find other uses for your Doob. Only limited by your imagination, as they say. ūüôā

IMG_7004More outdoor fun to report on soon. (Much, much more!) But in the meantime, we and our little friends will be getting to know each other better in the comfort of our own homes.


IMG_9821Last week, we told you about how we worked with an outfit called Doob to create little 3D-printed replicas of ourselves, and promised to show you some more photos of the end results. Herewith, then: the end results. Photographed outdoors and in, uptown and down, it’s us in miniature, taking over NYC.

First, we unboxed ourselves near Times Square —

IMG_9806IMG_9812IMG_9826Then a subway ride down to Washington Square Park put us squarely in the midst of the International Women’s Day march.

IMG_5578IMG_5593IMG_5598IMG_5607In City Hall Park, where the mayor does his work, we found a central spot where brides and grooms and tourists pose for selfies, and we thought, why not?

IMG_5838IMG_5893IMG_5923It turned into a teaching moment when a young boy with mom in tow walked over.

IMG_5875“What are those…bumps?” the curious lad asked, pointing. Never too young to hear the answer. Chests come in different shapes and sizes. The explanation satisfied everyone.

IMG_5876Back uptown we visited an office with a high-rise view:

IMG_9837IMG_9845IMG_9863IMG_9883And then back in the bubblewrap we went, for safe transportation home.

IMG_9828Some of you have asked if you could order copies of our Doobs, and in theory we¬†could arrange that, but each one of these things cost a couple hundred dollars, and you only get a 20% discount for printing duplicates.¬†So realistically it’s prohibitive. But if you like what you saw and do have the money, why not head over to Doob and get one made of yourself? Honestly, there’s nothing quite like holding yourself in the palm of your hand.


IMG_5882It was Christmastime, and one of us was wandering the Upper East Side, ticking items off a shopping list: tinsel, check; lights, yep; presents for the niece; and so on. When what to our wond’ring eyes should appear, but a miniature… Well, what was it? A miniature what? Not a sleigh with eight tiny reindeer — something far more intriguing than that. It was a¬†store filled with miniature¬†people. And pets, but mostly people. And they looked insanely lifelike, like the handiwork of a mad scientist with a shrink-ray in some old sci-fi movie. A shrink-ray combined with a freeze-ray, maybe. Or just a shrink-ray, if the mad scientist wielding it was also a gorgon. Or…

It was a place called Doob.

IMG_7203What Doob does is take photographs of you — 45 photographs, to be exact, all shot simultaneously, by 45 separate cameras in a Westworld-worthy, THX-1138-sterile chamber of soul-capturing awesomeness

IMG_7181— and then composite them into a single 3D model, which they send to a 3D printer, and…voila, six weeks later, you’ve gestated yourself a little miniature…you.

IMG_9851Yes, that’s right: a mini-you, in any pose you want, wearing whatever you want, in sizes ranging from action figure to Barbie to you-can’t-afford-it.

IMG_7121And when we saw this, we immediately knew we had to go there as a group and get miniature naked Doobs of ourselves.

Assuming, of course, that the company wouldn’t be¬†too uptight to let¬†a half-dozen naked women into their magic booth. Happily they weren’t. They were, in fact, a pleasure to deal with in every possible way. Their one request was that we do the shoot downtown in their SoHo location (SoHo dwellers presumably being more open to the sight of naked people getting miniaturized than Upper East Siders). So one frosty evening in January, we traipsed in and, with the aid of some body paint, some fishnets, and a few costume pieces that didn’t cover a whole lot, we got ourselves Doobed.

IMG_7169CIMG_7239IMG_7305The results were pretty amazing — so much so that they deserve (and will shortly get) their own post. For now, enjoy these photos of the process. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them in the comments section, or just contact Doob yourself. (To tackle some common¬†ones: Yes, it’s expensive. No, you don’t have to hold your pose for long — just a few¬†seconds. Yes, you can take a second photo if you don’t like how the first one comes out. No, we don’t know why it takes 6 weeks from photography to having a finished printed Doob. Yes, you can order extras if you like how they came out — in theory, we could print thousands and give a miniature naked statue to every one of our fans. No, we don’t plan to.)

The whole thing was a trip. And now there are miniatures of us out in the wild. Just statues for now — but just imagine¬†what’ll come next…