3. CITY GUIDES
22.05.2019
written by Islyn Studio
Each day was a slow unveiling of some new form of beauty. One night, we ate fresh fish next to an open hearth and drank sake that was brewed from melted snow high in the Northern Mountains. The waiter shuffled us to a nearby bar, invisible from the street, with dark wooden shelves brimming full of seemingly-ancient bottles of spirits, all served in antique glassware, collected over a lifetime in France and Osaka.
Florence
18.01.2023
written by Kara Pinakis
Everything is art. Arriving in Florence via the main railway station, Santa Maria Novella, I was instantly struck by the heat and crowds of people. In early September the city was heaving, but having the gift of slow travel and spending a month there, it didn’t take long to fall for this city where everything truly is art.
Perth
15.08.2022
written by Kara Pinakis
Our Art Director, Kara, visited her family and friends in Perth Australia after a few long years of Covid and travel restrictions. She takes us along and shares some of her home town and travels.
Bali
11.05.2021
written by Islyn Studio
After a 24 hour flight across the world, we finally landed in Bali, one of over 17,000 Indonesian Islands. We stepped outside and my shirt clung to my warm skin as sweat slowly dripped down my spine. We crammed 4 large suitcases into a small cab and made our way southwest towards Uluwatu. Uluwatu, derived from two words “Ulu” meaning “Lands End” and “Watu” meaning “Rock.”
Martha's Vineyard
02.09.2020
written by Islyn Studio
As we zoom into September, celebrate labor day and start to smell a very faint hint of fall in the distance, we vicariously live through our designer Emily as she shares her travels to Martha’s Vineyard. While most of us are confined to our homes, we invite you to travel with us to places we’ve been, places we dream of visiting and places we plan to go.
Kyoto
22.05.2019
written by Islyn Studio
Each day was a slow unveiling of some new form of beauty. One night, we ate fresh fish next to an open hearth and drank sake that was brewed from melted snow high in the Northern Mountains. The waiter shuffled us to a nearby bar, invisible from the street, with dark wooden shelves brimming full of seemingly-ancient bottles of spirits, all served in antique glassware, collected over a lifetime in France and Osaka.