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Elk Lake, Oregon


Atlantis Dunes, South Africa

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One of our favorite muses and photographers Monroe Alvarez (@dontbeafool), is now our favorite leather maker with her brand new brand IKSPLOR and its fresh line of quality products. All hand-made in Venice, CA, IKSPLOR has elevated and simplified the look of leather camera straps and is making sunglass holders the cool kids' accessory. IKSPLOR is a must have addition to your everyday life and all future explorations. Get set up below.

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STANDARD is wine, by the glass. In single-serving (a heavy-handed 6.3oz pour to be precise) bottles perfect for stashing in your bag, if you're me. I had a chance to catch up with the founder Matt a few months back as they were gearing up to launch and the guy is super passionate about reinventing the standard associated with a good glass of wine. As options for alternative formats increase, it seems the median level of quality has dropped in correlation. It's STANDARD's mission to remove the compromise associated with smaller formats and deliver generous, quality wines to everyone in an easy to enjoy. And to do it with swagger, poise, and a youthful eye towards the future whilst remembering the history and heritage that have made California wines what they are today. Order a set below.
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There were arrows, so we followed them. This was one afternoon last summer; my partner and I had spent the day at our local public library, working steadily through breakfast and lunch and what the British would call teatime, until suddenly hunger clobbered us both and we packed up and headed out to the car. Home was maybe four miles away. In my mind, I was already constructing enormous sandwiches. The arrows appeared two miles in, lining the side of the road where, that morning, there had been nothing but marsh grass. They were shin-high, wordless, red on a white background, pointing away from the sandwiches. My partner, who is usually more hungry than I am but always more curious, swung the car into the other lane and began to follow them.

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