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Millennium Falcon Coffee Table?

The folks over at Galatic Binder posted this awesome little table. Quite the piece of work, methinks. Were I a wealthier man, this would be on my "must have" list. It looks like it's made of bronze, so I'd hate to need to move the thing.

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Anonymous said…
I believe that it's bronze with a wood veneer on the outer edge. At the moment there's only one, but there seems to be a lot of momentum on this so hopefully there will be a limited run at a later date.

I've got one further payment to make and i'll hopefully be taking delivery of this pretty soon. I'll be posting more photos on my blog when it comes. (mffanrodders.wordpress.com)
Anonymous said…
I believe that it's bronze with a wood veneer on the outer edge. At the moment there's only one, but there seems to be a lot of momentum on this so hopefully there will be a limited run at a later date.

I've got one further payment to make and i'll hopefully be taking delivery of this pretty soon. I'll be posting more photos on my blog when it comes. (mffanrodders.wordpress.com)
Carl said…
@mffanrodders Awesome!

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