David Yarrow Scottish, b. 1966
No Boundaries, 2026
Archival Pigment Print
Available in two sizes:
Standard - 56 x 87 inches
Large - 71 x 102 inches
Standard - 56 x 87 inches
Large - 71 x 102 inches
Edition of 12 plus 3 artist's proofs
No Boundaries Aspen, Colorado - 2026 Ostensibly, the premise of the Woody Creek Tavern, 15 minutes outside Aspen, is far from compelling. The Aspen amphitheatre has a visual splendour, but...
No Boundaries
Aspen, Colorado - 2026
Ostensibly, the premise of the Woody Creek Tavern, 15 minutes outside Aspen, is far from compelling. The Aspen amphitheatre has a visual splendour, but the Woody Creek Tavern sits by a road with a steep bank on one side and no real view of anything other than a few near modest homesteads. In a place of such mountain grandeur, it could seem an anomaly that a destination location such as this offers very little sense of place. Indeed, there is a feeling that you could be anywhere in the Rockies, not a short ride from the world’s most notorious ski resort.
But here is the trick: good venues don’t need views, they need history, a loyal clientele and passionate owners who want to retain the lore of the joint. In Craig and Samantha Cordts-Pearce, the WCT has exactly that and no pillar of the local community is more loved than this quirky wood shack. It has a vibe that can’t really be copied.
In the late 60s and early 70s, Aspen was the Babylon of the Rockies - a place of sexual freedom, a little too much cocaine and a freewheeling attitude towards the meaning of life. It was bohemian, liberal and non-judgmental. The WCT was its mission control.
In 1970, Hunter S. Thompson - the WCT’s most regular customer - ran for Sheriff on a wild platform of reform that included decriminalizing drugs for personal use and renaming Aspen "Fat City" to deter investors. He lost, but only by 500 votes.
Hunter plays a cameo in this image, which features the famous Ferrari 250 GTO. This $100m car was made to be outside the WCT and I am proud we made this happen. Wealth played no role in the hierarchy of 1970s Aspen but being cool most certainly did.
There were no boundaries.
Aspen, Colorado - 2026
Ostensibly, the premise of the Woody Creek Tavern, 15 minutes outside Aspen, is far from compelling. The Aspen amphitheatre has a visual splendour, but the Woody Creek Tavern sits by a road with a steep bank on one side and no real view of anything other than a few near modest homesteads. In a place of such mountain grandeur, it could seem an anomaly that a destination location such as this offers very little sense of place. Indeed, there is a feeling that you could be anywhere in the Rockies, not a short ride from the world’s most notorious ski resort.
But here is the trick: good venues don’t need views, they need history, a loyal clientele and passionate owners who want to retain the lore of the joint. In Craig and Samantha Cordts-Pearce, the WCT has exactly that and no pillar of the local community is more loved than this quirky wood shack. It has a vibe that can’t really be copied.
In the late 60s and early 70s, Aspen was the Babylon of the Rockies - a place of sexual freedom, a little too much cocaine and a freewheeling attitude towards the meaning of life. It was bohemian, liberal and non-judgmental. The WCT was its mission control.
In 1970, Hunter S. Thompson - the WCT’s most regular customer - ran for Sheriff on a wild platform of reform that included decriminalizing drugs for personal use and renaming Aspen "Fat City" to deter investors. He lost, but only by 500 votes.
Hunter plays a cameo in this image, which features the famous Ferrari 250 GTO. This $100m car was made to be outside the WCT and I am proud we made this happen. Wealth played no role in the hierarchy of 1970s Aspen but being cool most certainly did.
There were no boundaries.