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.
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.
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.
A head-shaking, bootyclappin’, WTF-inducing, totally random subscription full of awesomeness. It’s over the top, super silly, massively fun, and random is KING.
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.
You know what’s rad? Makers connecting makers. Last year’s World Tour Artist, Sarah Alfarhan, introduced us to Alice Wietzel.
I went to Albania with no expectations, knowing next to nothing about the country and its culture. I left Albania crazy mad in love.
Journey may have written and crooned Open Arms, but I’m telling y'all that all of Albania will welcome you with open arms.
Not gonna lie – I fell in love with Albania but not with Albanian food. It just wasn’t meant to be.
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.
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.
Bein’ a maker is f’in HARD. First hand – we get it. The backache, the heartbreak, the daily hustle to create and make. The struggle is REALZ.
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.
Goin’ ALL OUT for the New Zealand Booster Pack! Pen and pencil, notebook, index book with alphabet tabs, AND a vintage protractor?? SO MUCH MAGIC.
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.
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.
Six years in and sometimes I wonder why shit doesn’t work faster, why we don’t ship faster, but I get it. What we create, what we share is a mix of design, storytelling, craft, and travel.
I said goodbye to Maunga village when my volunteer service ended, hoping someday I’d get the opportunity to return. Last spring, after an eight-year absence, I finally got my wish.
We putter the Portuguese pavement how sailors navigate the sea. We push, we drift, we wind through big and sleepy towns. Huntin’ lo-fi goods. The quest that never rests.
I’m dreaming of listening to a fave summertime anthem, on repeat… bustin’ a move and nodding along to Will Smith rappin “Summer, summer, summertime, Time to sit back and unwind”, drink in hand, and the sun beating down on me.