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 tagged The Low Down
Ten years later and we’re still doing what we love – supporting small businesses that turn out lo-fi goods, the old school way.
In Uruguay, my world made sense. It’s a country that chooses to move slow yet they’re totally ahead of the game.
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.
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.
Seeing the couple sell rubbers bands out of their crackin’ stand was beautiful. ‘Cause no matter how advanced shit becomes, we still need mom-and-pop shops of the world holdin’ court.
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.
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.
Athens. The birthplace of Western civ – and my love of travel. It’s also the birthplace of RAD AND HUNGRY, long before I knew it.
Sometimes you have to work at relationships. Slowly. Bit by bit. Like peeling an artichoke, where you peel leaf by leaf till you get to the heart… my connecting with Romans took the same form. And sometimes the ones that are built over time are built to last.
In the driest place on earth my lips cracked and bled within 20 minutes of arriving. I ate dirt – figuratively and literally. Got knocked to the ground by wind and pushed forward until I managed to pull myself up
Mexico is magic. More than any other country, Mexico takes hold of me (my heart AND my belly). Mention Mexico and people often think of touristy resorts and beaches or drug cartels and violence. But it’s so much more than the stereotypes.
