We believe in getting to know people and places through commerce and design. Someone else's daily diet of lo-fi goods is simple to her yet sacred to us, and vice versa. Let's marvel at each other's mundane, because that shit is dope.
Collecting coffee shop stamps is a full-on adventure of celebrating local businesses and getting to know the people that help fuel my day.
Join us as we slide into the Year of the Ox with self-care activities designed to help you navigate the new year.
Ten years later and we’re still doing what we love – supporting small businesses that turn out lo-fi goods, the old school way.
We traveled to Sheffield, the birthplace of stainless steel, to witness the magic of Ernest Wright & Son – handmade scissors that last a lifetime.
Even at my young age I understood how special that moment was… if felt like we were playing hooky, on a vacation somewhere exotic. No work, just chillin’, listenin’ to Hawaiian music while eating kiwi. Magic.
Before my epic meeting with flamingos, we stopped in the small colonial town of Toconao on the way to Salar de Atacama . The best discovery? Luisa.
Believe in superstition or no, everybody could use a little bit of good juju right now. I’ve decked my home in lucky charms including our Amabie.
Discovering Jorge made our Brazil sourcing trip so much more rad – we get to share the awesomeness with RAHstrs!
Yes, I'm drowning. But I'm winning little battles that are restorin’ my belief that I can do this, that I got it in me to keep my dream alive.
In Uruguay, my world made sense. It’s a country that chooses to move slow yet they’re totally ahead of the game.
Lo-fi office supplies blossomin’ right in our path. Straight up fairy-tale livin’. Every day I’m traveling is a way of life – snap that photo, wipe away the grime. Sometimes we just need a little sign.
Bulgaria was a lesson in learning how to see again. I was reminded to blink away the crud, to search for the magic in the everyday.
When I heard about The Note Coffee, I knew I had to visit. A post-it themed cafe?! MY PEOPLE!
I was in the calm of the moment – appreciatin’ being far from the frantic pace of Hanoi and my life back in Seattle.
Whooshin’ by, feathers fly. Runnin’ wild, but we ain't scared. Chickens everywhere. Huntin’ lo-fi goods among the hustle and grind. Senses overloaded – dreams be comin’ true. Chaos wears a smile.
One trip to Việt Nam down and I was ready for the crazy awesomeness – her frenzied pace mixed with grime, yet still a total babe. My parents though – they were in complete awe.
Every new year I always tell myself it’s a fresh start, and I got two chances – standard calendar and lunar. But what I’ve noticed? My new beginnings always happen after something breaks.
Odeng always tastes better when the weather is freezin’... huddled under the tarp, next to a steamin’ cart, stuffin’ face and washin’ it all down with a cup of pipin’ hot broth.
Yoonha Kimbap is a mother-daughter duo named after the daughter, Yoonha. It’s the kinda place I crave during sourcing trips – a home cooked meal complete with all the family feels.
