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All in The Low Down
In Uruguay, my world made sense. It’s a country that chooses to move slow yet they’re totally ahead of the game.
Without even realizing it, I've been waiting for this moment my whole life – to return to my birth town with my mom. She was born in Busan, and so was I.
Five years later and I'm finally makin’ a return to Berlin. Once I arrived, it was clear that a repeat of the last trip wasn’t gonna happen. Why? ‘Cause time moves forward, with or without you. Pull the plug on a clock or drain a battery, time don’t stop.
Yes, I scored dope goods for the STMT x Georgia Kit and RAH RAP Pack, but it feels like I failed – I returned home without stories behind 'em.
There’s so much of the world to see but some countries keep pullin’ me back. I returned to Colombia for the third time but this trip, I explored an area new to me – the Paisa region.
Being an immigrant includes a host of challenges and for my family, being a family was the hardest problem we faced. I wish I could tell my teenage self that one day, we’d figure it out.
The time felt right for a mission trip to Paradise Garden – an Outsider Art mecca located in small-town Americana that’s been callin’ my name.
The travel life be rad – but it’s all about the grind. You gotta turn and face the hard shit – the shit that ignites.
Belgrade be weird. Not crazy weird. Or even funny ha-ha weird. Like some Twilight Zone shit kind of weird.
The crazy thing – me and Italy are like oil and water. Every trip ending in a long-ass shit-list of people who made me wanna cry and shake my fist at the sky.
Việt Nam was a constant stream of gettin’ schooled how the locals do. The first time we had to cross the flooded stream of nonstop scooters to get to the other side of the road… INSANITY.
Love is hard for me to describe but I feel it all the time when discovering new places, tastes, and smells. The word love is sprinkled heavy in most of my writing. I love to love. And in Albania – I fell hard and big.
We travel the world huntin’ down office supplies that are often overlooked in their own home… but to us their simple nature is BIG.
I live life with high expectations. I go head first into taking on too much responsibility – not blind, just accepting that I’m walking into a shitstorm I created and I’m gonna M’THR F’IN survive.
Traveling by sea forces you to go slow. You push push push to get there – then you meander. Between two spots of land, you be in limbo.
Was it madness to leave Dublin to hunt down office supplies in a region sprinkled with towns, villages, and hamlets? Yes. But I’m a risk-taker
This trip was some Hollywood shit where people come of age or something. We were like high schoolers havin’ slumber parties, breakin’ night every night, sharing stories while watching the sun come up.
The entire STMT X South Africa sourcing trip was a series of crazy, on repeat – crazy beautiful then crazy scary. It was like some surrealist movie about angst and hunger and pride and division. But instead of watching it, I was living it.
Sometimes you gotta return “home” to regroup and regain focus. Almost six years later I’m back in Colombia. Our first sourcing trip went down here, just a few months shy of officially launching RAD AND HUNGRY.
There’s something magical about Romania, and it’s not just the people or the mystery and fame of Dracula. Drive through Transylvania and you’ll feel it – it’s straight out of a fairytale.
