Fordite
Automotive history for your wrist — Our Fordite collection brings the colorful legacy of Detroit's automotive paint bays directly to you. Each piece, forged from layers of car paint, reflects the vibrancy and spirit of the 1970s to 1990s auto industry, now reimagined as a testament to craftsmanship and elegance in horological design.
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DISCOVER FORDITE
Fordite Watches Explained: Automotive History In A Watch?
Black Badger, otherwise known as James Thompson, co-owner of Arcanaut and the brand's arch-alchemist explains the process behind turning decades-old car paint into aesthetically beautiful and totally unique creations that can be worn on your wrist.
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Once upon a time ...
ARC II — Fordite Groovy "Ice Veins"
The chilly wastelands of faraway planets where even the atmosphere snaps with cold - say hello to the "Ice Veins" Fordite watch. This timepiece does more than just tell time; it opens a window to the mysterious charm of the universe's coldest spots.
The dial blends frosty whites deep blues, and fiery reds to imitate the natural patterns in old ice sheets. It captures the spirit of frozen power running through an icy planet's heart. Every part is giving you the feeling of looking into a glacier's core where the universe's untold secrets stay frozen in time.
To wear "Ice Veins" feels like having a bit of the universe's coldest scenes on your wrist. It reminds you that even in the toughest places, beauty and life keep going - frozen but lively, cold but full of energy. Enjoy this piece's cool style and pull, and let it take you to the farthest parts of the ice-covered universe.
ARC II — Fordite Groovy "Jupiter Rising"
Three years, seven months, twenty-six days, and four hours…
Anders looked out of the window. There was nothing there. In fact, there was so much nothing, it felt an awful like there was very much something there. But that’s just the feeling one gets in the absence of all things. The brain doesn’t like to be alone. It makes up something (often anything) so we don’t have to countence for one single second the possibility that the best company we might be able to hope for is — shudder — our own.
Ghosts. Made up. The Bogeyman? Total nonsense. Monsters under the bed? You should be so lucky… There’s a lot more nothing on Earth than humans are generally comfortable with; there’s a hell of a lot more nothing in Space, which is where we find the unshaven hero of this tale.
Anders Copernicus Brandt, designer, watchmaker, and intergalactic fugitive, wanted across three galaxies for, as the sobbing police officer termed it, “gross, gross indecency”...
ARC II — Fordite Groovy "Tidal Barrier"
He is the protector of the coast but his work goes unnoticed as he plies his trade in the middle of the Pacific Ocean where massive storms rarely seen by human eyes rage eternally.
Only once was he spotted holding back the waves and splitting them into hundreds of foamy shards. A pirate that saw him mistook him for an island so massive he is, and, for many years, he even featured on maps, marked as Davis Land, before cartographers decided the pirate Edward Davis must have had one too many rums (when, in fact, the Tidal Defender had simply wandered off).
Where he stands now, no one knows, but one thing is sure: he never rests. His job will last as long as the moon orbits the earth and he will remain our Tidal Barrier.
Always…
ARC II — Fordite Groovy "Deep Space Worm Shenanigans"
At the very edges of the known universe, where no creature we would recognise as such dares to tread, multi-coloured plumes of space dust, so thick and heavy they form cliffs and valleys through which rivers of cosmic juice flow, are populated by squishy Deep Space Worms, known for their interstellar shenanigans...
As you know, team Arcanaut likes to travel through space in search of tales anew. On one such deep space jolly, the trio happened upon said worms, who quickly became fast friends with our intrepid travellers (even if James ate one or two of them before he realised they were sentient).
And so team Arcanaut created a dial in their honour. The many cosmic blue divets on this dial recalled the wormholes created by our slippery friends when they burrow from one part of the universe to another.
ARC II — Fordite Groovy "Klingili"
The bells, the bells! Oh, how they ring! Their terrifying cacophony spills throughout the city by night when its denizens want nought but to sleep. Who is that man that rings them so? What is he? A cruel, twisted, wretch, whose screams amount to but a whisper as they catch in his gnarled throat. He has but one way to share his pain — through the incessant (and inappropriately timed) ringing of bells.
Is he a monster or is he a messenger? Perhaps Old Klingili is somewhere between the two. Feared and revered by the people who live and work within earshot of his towering abode, perhaps one day he will descend to the streets and tell us all his tales of woe and wonder. Until then, we have but the bells. Oh, how they ring…
ARC II — Fordite Groovy "Ice Veins"
The chilly wastelands of faraway planets where even the atmosphere snaps with cold - say hello to the "Ice Veins" Fordite watch. This timepiece does more than just tell time; it opens a window to the mysterious charm of the universe's coldest spots.
The dial blends frosty whites deep blues, and fiery reds to imitate the natural patterns in old ice sheets. It captures the spirit of frozen power running through an icy planet's heart. Every part is giving you the feeling of looking into a glacier's core where the universe's untold secrets stay frozen in time.
To wear "Ice Veins" feels like having a bit of the universe's coldest scenes on your wrist. It reminds you that even in the toughest places, beauty and life keep going - frozen but lively, cold but full of energy. Enjoy this piece's cool style and pull, and let it take you to the farthest parts of the ice-covered universe.
ARC II — Fordite Groovy "Jupiter Rising"
Three years, seven months, twenty-six days, and four hours…
Anders looked out of the window. There was nothing there. In fact, there was so much nothing, it felt an awful like there was very much something there. But that’s just the feeling one gets in the absence of all things. The brain doesn’t like to be alone. It makes up something (often anything) so we don’t have to countence for one single second the possibility that the best company we might be able to hope for is — shudder — our own.
Ghosts. Made up. The Bogeyman? Total nonsense. Monsters under the bed? You should be so lucky… There’s a lot more nothing on Earth than humans are generally comfortable with; there’s a hell of a lot more nothing in Space, which is where we find the unshaven hero of this tale.
Anders Copernicus Brandt, designer, watchmaker, and intergalactic fugitive, wanted across three galaxies for, as the sobbing police officer termed it, “gross, gross indecency”...
ARC II — Fordite Groovy "Tidal Barrier"
He is the protector of the coast but his work goes unnoticed as he plies his trade in the middle of the Pacific Ocean where massive storms rarely seen by human eyes rage eternally.
Only once was he spotted holding back the waves and splitting them into hundreds of foamy shards. A pirate that saw him mistook him for an island so massive he is, and, for many years, he even featured on maps, marked as Davis Land, before cartographers decided the pirate Edward Davis must have had one too many rums (when, in fact, the Tidal Defender had simply wandered off).
Where he stands now, no one knows, but one thing is sure: he never rests. His job will last as long as the moon orbits the earth and he will remain our Tidal Barrier.
Always…
ARC II — Fordite Groovy "Deep Space Worm Shenanigans"
At the very edges of the known universe, where no creature we would recognise as such dares to tread, multi-coloured plumes of space dust, so thick and heavy they form cliffs and valleys through which rivers of cosmic juice flow, are populated by squishy Deep Space Worms, known for their interstellar shenanigans...
As you know, team Arcanaut likes to travel through space in search of tales anew. On one such deep space jolly, the trio happened upon said worms, who quickly became fast friends with our intrepid travellers (even if James ate one or two of them before he realised they were sentient).
And so team Arcanaut created a dial in their honour. The many cosmic blue divets on this dial recalled the wormholes created by our slippery friends when they burrow from one part of the universe to another.
ARC II — Fordite Groovy "Klingili"
The bells, the bells! Oh, how they ring! Their terrifying cacophony spills throughout the city by night when its denizens want nought but to sleep. Who is that man that rings them so? What is he? A cruel, twisted, wretch, whose screams amount to but a whisper as they catch in his gnarled throat. He has but one way to share his pain — through the incessant (and inappropriately timed) ringing of bells.
Is he a monster or is he a messenger? Perhaps Old Klingili is somewhere between the two. Feared and revered by the people who live and work within earshot of his towering abode, perhaps one day he will descend to the streets and tell us all his tales of woe and wonder. Until then, we have but the bells. Oh, how they ring…