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.
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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.
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.
Amber, green, and yellow – rubber bands drippin’ gold. Fightin’ back crowds, hustlin’ tight rolls. Lo-fi goods flyin’, everybody want one. Who dat? Mom-and-pop stand holdin’ court like they own the crown. Snap to it!
Star-crossed. Sealed with a kiss. Howlin’ wind, breath it in. Feel the energy in the air? Hometown feels givin’ us chills. And whatever comes – BIG smiles and bright eyes, lo-fi goods hangin’ tough.
Backtrackin' familiar tracks. Searchin’ for the past. Tick tock. Tick tock. Times changin' – reachin’ for rewind. Stop. Time won’t pass us by. Droppin’ fly goods like an old-school mixtape. Just press play.
Mad at the world. Exasperated by life. Sour Georgians be chuckin' lemons. Watch out – this ain't no friendly game of dodgeball. They throw shade wonderin' why it ain't rainin’ lemonade. But we be cold chillin' with a sweet stack of lo-fi office supplies.
Guided by moonlight, holdin’ onto hope. Low-down travel adventures gotta have faith. Fueled by pinky swears, glowin’ on juicy lofi goods – Colombia’s got a grip. Hold me tight, but let me go. Ride or die – bring on the bad romance.
Lo-fi goods that shine so bright – butterflies and smiles. Touch the paper, smell the ink, scrawl my name. We ain't here to play no game. Pull down a cloud and ride it high. Poland – our love lockdown.
Lookin’ out, lookin’ in – southern exposure. Leavin’ the familiar in the rearview mirror. Which way to paradise? Southern playas playin’ but we don’t quit the hunt. We all out here. Who’s left inside?
Hit the pavement, feet to the fire – reunion to reunion. That fire that ignites? Temperature’s risin’. Burn, baby burn. Out of the ashes, we come hard – slangin’ lo-fi office supplies and handin’ out hi-fives.
The travel life be rad – but it’s all about the grind. You gotta turn and face the hard shit – the shit that ignites.
Huffin' and puffin', struggling with the weight of a heavy past. Serbia be aching – but never stopping. When shit gets weird, embrace the crazy – like a Vinjak-fueled dance party endin' with the cabbage dance.
Belgrade be weird. Not crazy weird. Or even funny ha-ha weird. Like some Twilight Zone shit kind of weird.
Sometimes inspiration for designing STMT Kits overwhelms me – other times I’ve gotta dig deep in my travel journal.
Slow burn, that love story gone wrong… Nah. The Eternal City makin’ it right. Home away from home – the love-to-hate relationship turnin’ into one big love fest. How come the sun shines so bright in Rome?
Step by step. Lookin’ forward, never back-peddling. HCMC makes no breaks but we got the flow. Scootin’ by to score supplies, doin’ how the locals do. Embrace the pace – movin’ fast then sippin’ slow.
Coffee and cigarettes, time slipping by. Half-built buildings here, there, everywhere. A ghost town in the past? Nah – Albania be on the up. Schemin’ for the future – one big lo-fi step at a time.
Down under, we drove up and down the coast. Following leads, wiping off dust. Reading signs, deciphering code. We fossick – pannin’ for gold. Stationery gold.
We travel the world huntin’ down office supplies that are often overlooked in their own home… but to us their simple nature is BIG.
A disappearing act? Discovery. Surrounded by kiwis, livin’ the fantasy of hobbits. Scorin’ a rare batch of lo-fi office supplies. Every day we’re travelin’, and what keeps it magic? Still getting M-F’in excited over kiwifruit.
