A project so big that my life will forever be that which comes after, and now, that what has come before. Do I define my art or does my art define me? Do I get to designate that what and who I love, or have the energetic, magnetic, attractive forces within this place of my birth and of my life, sculpted me to be the maker of this and the next Field Atlases to come? Am I alone in the endeavor or do I dare think I may be a momentary pulse in a greater becoming? (obi)

Bobby Furst, Master in the Desert

Click on images to enlarge. One mile outside the West gate to Joshua Tree National Park lives the brilliant and enigmatic artist, Bobby Furst. We found him at the challenge of one of our new local friends here at the campground – “You’re into art? Give my friend Bobby a call. I […]

Ball and Buck

It is a funny thing – you would think that with American flags, along with rifles, on the wall and belt buckles that say things like I’d rather be hunting, a store might give off something other that a stylish place to shop vibe. Not so with Ball and Buck […]

Portrait of Philip Saul of Sault

Sometimes a store comes together so well, and by comes together, I mean that the owner/proprietor has clearly and painstakingly examined and reexamined all angles of the retail experience – from its mix of costs to its stylish range of goods – that the store itself is a work of […]

18 Waits – unafraid of horn and bone

The design team behind my favorite Canadian brand, 18 Waits, Daniel and William, at CapsuleNYC. In addition to designing immaculate clothes for the discerning man, the have a whole portfolio of antler hilted knives – each uniquely crafted.  Hope your voice is better soon Daniel – hope to see you at CapsuleVegas. […]