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.
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.