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.
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.
All in Travel
It was raining the morning the guide picked us up. Half asleep, I mumbled to Sam that I hoped it wasn’t raining in the desert. The guide chirped that it never rains in the desert. Famous. Last. Words.
From the moment we arrived in Slovenia till barely getting on the train back to Zagreb, our trip was one hot mess.
What we thought would be a quick two-day tour of a village of 1,600 people turned out to be a journey that took us deep into her family roots, discovering a culture that was familiar to her yet totally new.
Small towns are always risky – add touristy to the mix, and it’s like I’m beggin’ for shit to go wrong, for failure to knock me out of my game. But everything turned out amazing.
The desert landscape that seemed picked over, that reminded me of death suddenly looked golden and rich.
Yurt Life is a state of mind – and its home turf is summer. Take your goods and find an adventure. Ask the locals. Eat lots of ice cream. Tell us the flavors
I f’in love being in Korea, even if Koreans don’t love me. They see me as Japanese, maybe Chinese, but rarely Korean. After a second look, they see the Korean in me – and then I'm just an American to them.
With Paris Package 4.0 upon us and the bar set high, we knew we had to come with somethin’ super fly. Not just a fresh eye, but a new approach. And you know how we do – it started with food.
In Stockholm in January the sun rises at 8:30 and sets at 3:30. That’s 6 hours of daylight – total. Each day.
Sometimes I wish we hit a new country every month. But I don’t, I can’t – I’ve fallen in love with too many cities, made friends with too many amazing people. And a return to Denmark has been a long time comin’.
Buenos Aires is my kinda city. It’s big (like 2,891,000 big) yet somehow it maintains a small-city feel. It’s the neighborhood mom-and-pop shops, it’s strangers on the street making eye contact and smiling, it’s friends knocking on a window as they pass by so they can wave at the people inside.
Milan is about new-school aesthetics. It’s about high fashion – it’s slicked back and flossin’. People struttin’ the streets like they be workin’ the catwalk for Prada or Gucci. They know how to work it – I mean they WORK it!
