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Big Dank Meme HunterProject by Alex S and Gabriel...

Big Dank Meme Hunter

Project by Alex S and Gabriel Gianordoli for @adultswim is an online Duck Hunt style shooter which lets you play with your smartphone:

Try it out for yourself here

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STORIES | DESIGNER @BENEDETTA GIORCELLI

BENEDETTA GIORCELLI 

Folkloore Diarzine #Issue 1 is coming soon.

So Happy to share with you guys the amazing talent of Benedetta Giorcelli, young emergent designer that I had the pleasure to meet and work with.

Soon more info about this girl.

stay tune.

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Hunter 8: Jackie Talabamiz

Base layer, check; full fingered gloves, check; wool socks, check. I was packing again for another ride, but this one would be nothing like I've experienced before. For the past month, I've been exchanging emails with my good friend Ryan Wilson, who was putting together a group ride in the Sierra Mountains with 14 other people. After going through my "things to bring" list one last time, I loaded up my car and headed north, not knowing exactly what to expect but so very eager to find out.

We left on a Friday night in mid October and stayed in a cozy hostel in Bishop, Ca. I set my alarm to 5am for the following morning. After everyone had showered and got dressed, we walked around the corner to a little local cafe. It was there that we would spend the next two mornings overwhelming the poor barista with our never ending list of hot cocoas, espressos and lattes. After breakfast we drove about an hour out of town and parked at the bottom of Hwy 120 aka Tioga Pass Road. Stepping out of the car, I knew immediately that I wasn't in warm, sunny Los Angeles anymore. The morning air was crisp and a cool 45 degrees. Everyone began layering up and preparing for the ride that was ahead. As we began to roll out, Tioga Pass started at an immediate climb of a cool 5% but slowly showed me what it was all about, with its 8 and 9% grades. It was a constant battle between my body and mind riding up this winding road. On one end my legs kept yelling to pull over and take a break. On the other, my mind kept screaming to go, this is why you're here, you got this! After about 15 miles on this road, we hit the entrance of Yosemite National Park. Here we did a quick regroup and then continued to descend into the park until we reached Half Dome, where we stopped to enjoy the view. Seeing my friends together, so deep into the mountains and knowing that we cycle all the way up there was such an incredible feeling. While everyone was driving their cars, we were experiencing every turn and climb Yosemite had to offer.

Day 2 began at 5am, as did the previous day. Another quick stroll to the cafe for breakfast and then we were on our way to Hwy 168. We parked our cars in a little dirt lot, geared up and we were on our way. It's funny how I thought Tioga was a struggle yesterday, because Hwy 168 was definitely testing me and my love for climbing. Steady 9% again here, increasing to 10%, and that slight 5% break, when you're like, "phew 5%, yes!" Luckily, some of the guys were still tired from yesterday's ride and decided to just enjoy today. No need to go race pace, let’s enjoy our last day and our last ride here. We decided to pull over and take a quick stop for pictures of the scenery and our bikes. After a quick little photo shoot, we continued on our ride and discovered that about a mile up, the lead pack of the group had stopped to wait for us. From here we all stayed together and the scenery began to change from green pine trees to trees covered in golden leaves. Five miles more and we hit our destination of Lake Sabrina, which sits at 9,128 ft elevation. After such a grueling climb, we were rewarded with beers out in the patio of the lodge's restaurant that sits to the right of the lake. From there we rolled over to South Lake, which is only 7 miles off the main hwy but what a way to end our trip. The last mile consisted of nothing under 12%. This lake was much smaller than Lake Sabrina but just as beautiful. After descending back down we gathered for a last lunch before everyone drove off in their own direction.

This is a trip that I will remember forever. If I ever travel back to the Sierras, I doubt it will ever be with a group as large and as awesome as was able to join this time around. I am thankful that I have these pictures to remind me of all the great memories that were created. These hunts are what I live for. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for me in the months that are to come.

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ONTHEBLOG : TSEMAYE BINITIE HUNTER SELECTION

THE COLLECTION /  Pre-Fall 2015.

This one question resonated with Tsemaye Binitie as the starting point for the development of his the seventh collection of his almost four-year-old namesake label. Focusing on Masks from his native Nigeria Tsemaye sought to dig deeper beneath the surface of his inspiration to unearth, that which lies beneath. ‘Maske’,  a collection of 107 photographs by fine art photographer Phyllis Galembo served as a visual point of reference for Tsemaye. “Masking is one of the most complex and secretive, yet profoundly important phenomena in Africa”. Tsemaye's interest Like Galembo’s lies in the wearer’s belief in the power of ritual costume to alter their everyday reality. MAASK: the Pre-fall 15 collection seeks to transfix its wearer altering their everyday reality. 

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About Tsemaye Binitie:

Nigerian Designer Tsemaye Binitie (Shey-mah-yeh Bee-nee-tee-a) launched his namesake fashion label following on from stints on the creative teams at Stella McCartney, John Richmond and Burberry. The Tsemaye Binitie label is a contemporary fashion label, characterised by exquisite clothing encapsulating a love of luxury and innovative design. Meticulous cut, indulgent fabrics and sartorial construction permeates the delivery of sharp, refined and timeless pieces. Each collection features dynamic, draped and body conscious silhouettes with a deep desire to communicate a new sense of glamour and a modern elegance. The Tsemaye Binitie woman is a modern icon of strength, beauty and glamour.

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Hunter 7: Ryan Wilson

I started riding for the same reasons many people do, primarily to get from A to B. It didn't take long for me to realize that the time spent between A and B was what kept me going. Riding gave me an entirely new vantage point on the places that surrounded me. Soon, I was seeking out every mountain pass, forest service road, and obscure trail I could find.

During July of 2014, I set out on a 15-day trip across Northern California, Oregon, and Washington to explore new terrain. Starting in the Northern Sierra Nevada mountains, I continued through the volcanic peaks of the Cascade range, then on to Olympic National Park, and the steep, empty roads of the Lost Cost. The trip concluded with one of the most challenging rides of my life, along the highest road in the continental US, climbing White Mountain (14,252ft) in the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest.

Many moments stand out in my memory, but none quite like the rarely traveled Hart’s Pass in North Cascade National Park of Northern Washington--a 25 mile gravel climb to the highest road in Washington. Unable to find a lot of information about riding this road, I was left with only a handful of photos that would become my guide. These photos convinced me to take a chance on my skinny tire road bike. While the bike wasn't ideal for the rocky, rough dirt road (I payed for it with gashed tires on the descent), the experience of being on one of the most isolated mountain passes in the Pacific Northwest as the sun set made it worth every moment (and replacement tires).

The Hunter Project photos here are my reward for turning over the pedals hour after hour, day after day with the road aimed through the trees, towards the sky. To me, this experience is proof that there is no better way to explore than on a bike. In those 15 days, only the bike could have let me feel every peak and valley of the terrain. It is the experiences like rounding seemingly endless climbing curves, each pedal stroke offering a different perspective, that push me to seek new roads. To hunt.

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Hunter 6: Johan Bjorklund

It's funny how a week of time experienced under intense circumstances outside of situations you regularly experience usually blur together into one big mess. Already a few days after you remember what has happened, but it's like the memories and experiences from that bubble of time has melted together. Plus, you only remember the good things.

This June I drove to the far north of Sweden to Riksgränsen together with four friends for Sverigetempot, the world's longest brevet in 2014 with 2100km to cover in 177 hours. Julius & Patch were also riding, Tereza & Olle came along to document the trip. So as soon as we got into the car we entered the bubble where only the five us would share these experiences along with the almost 50 other cyclists and people we would meet on the way.

On June 25 we started riding toward the furthest southern point of Sweden in Smygehuk. We had divided the riding into seven days with around 350km each of the first days and then a little less the last days to have a buffer if something went wrong. 300km in the saddle each day for a week gives you a lot of time to think about and talk about pretty much everything. Eventually you reach that trance like state where things start melting together and all of a sudden you've come a hundred kilometers or so further without almost noticing. When you think of it afterwards it's like trying to remember a dream, but in a good way.

I had to abandon during the fifth day. My left knee had been hurting on the previous day with the pain being almost unbearable. Then it started to pour down rain for 200km the last hours riding in the darkness on small gravel climbs I started feeling good again. Then I woke up the morning after and couldn't bend my knee anymore and it felt like it was burning up. I was taken to the hospital, eventually diagnosed with what they think was borrelia that attacked the knee when the body was under a lot of pressure and had to stay there for five days while the others made it to the finish line well in time.

Now a month later when we're out of that bubble I only remember the good times and the amazing landscapes of northern Sweden, all the memories of pain and suffering are long gone. That being said, I'll see you in Riksgränsen at the start again in 2016.

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Hunter 5: Justin Weeks

I started riding as a way to escape. Getting severely caught up in my own head as a teenager, it was something that had never happened before, but I knew needed to be figured out so I moved to Tucson, Arizona.

Tucson, what can I say? Is this place real? Are we seriously still in the United States? This place is something. I’m not kidding what is it, February? I wake up on the regular around 6:45. Throw that bowl of cinnamon and brown sugar oatmeal in the microwave, get dressed, eat up those oats and get out the door. It’s 7am, 50 degrees and an hour later it’s 85! I love this place.

From shivering to sweating in an hour, I’m ripping all my clothes off and stuffing them in my jersey pockets.

The other day I got up late, wasn’t feeling great. Had my breakfast and hopped on the Focus and headed to Lemmon on a whim. I was warmed up after the 6,500 ft. ascent and feeling amazing. Riding for me, does something unexplainable, I feel—free. I feel clear-headed, all the stress in my life is gone and I focus, I ride. I began the decent; something felt different this time. I ride Lemmon like every week, probably 30 or so time all the way to the top, this time felt different. It was just after I passed the Palisades, where it starts to decent into Summerhaven, and on the decent I was looking around, on both side. To the left, Tucson, to the right, huge, bare plains that seem to extend forever. All of the sudden I began balling, I think it was some sort of spiritual awakening! It was incredible.

This experience is unexplainable and I’m not sure what it means yet exactly. But either way, it was awesome, and I realized how much cycling has done for me. Being in Tucson the last five years has helped me to become the cyclist I am. I can remember back to the days in the beginning when my girlfriend would ask how my ride was, and my response commonly was “I threw up.” I worked hard then and continue to keep working now to become faster and a better competitor.

I look forward to what my future with cycling will develop into. Being able to spend 15+ hours a week riding and training with some of my best friends is nothing short of a dream.

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Hunter 4: Chris Klibowitz

The tenant that lived upstairs had a beautiful, shiny black Cannondale. I always wanted to ride it; it weighed almost nothing. Instead I had to ride my mom’s old Schwinn Continental; it weighed about 100 pounds. On my 16th birthday, I got a proper mountain bike, and the summer after freshman year of college, I went to work at the bike shop.

About 15 years later, I’d find myself on the curb at Lehigh Valley International Airport. I threw my duffel bag in the back of the pickup, on top of a large cardboard box that contained my bike, which had been shipped out a few days earlier. The jazz poured out as I opened the door to the truck. Over the winter, I’d been asked to join a club of like-minded fellows, and we’d been invited to a race in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. This would mark the first trip I’d ever taken with the sole purpose to ride my bike. For four days, we hung out at the bike shop and café, just off the Emmaus Triangle. I took a lap at the track. We ate and we drank. We rode the road, many times, with many different people. And in the race, we almost came in last place, but that was okay with us.

A few months later, I’m having a beer at the Dane County Regional Airport, waiting for my co-worker and boss. I have the same duffel bag, more jazz pouring from a different open truck door, but no bike. This time I’d only get out for a couple short rides, on demo bikes around the Trek factory in Waterloo, which makes me miss both mountain biking and the rural roads from my earlier days on a road bike. This trip is for business; all these years around bikes have begun to pay off. Despite my wife jokingly calling me “a suit,” it feels good to be back in my home state, to see those guys who first hired me so many years ago, who are now some of my oldest friends, having made a career out of something I love so much.

Bicycles are wonderful things, but they are just things, after all. They are so important to me because of these people and these days. It's because of those, that I try to never take for granted what bicycles can make possible.

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SPOTLIGHT ON | PEIR WU.

PEIR WU.

Novità. Parola retorica, oggi trovare qualcosa di nuovo può sembrare impossibile. Rieditare. Ciò che già possediamo, ciò che già esiste sotto una luce diversa. Occhi diversi. Che illuminano lo sguardo. Dettagli. Riescono, impercettibilmente, a modificare il punto di vista. Piccoli interventi capaci di rendere l’effetto catalizzante. E trasformarne la forma. L’uomo si ritrova una piccola nicchia dove rifugiarsi, cogliendone l’essenza. Minimalismo. Dona la perfezione elegante di una complessività armonica, dove ciò che potrebbe apparire come fronzolo si chiama dettaglio, capace di fare la differenza senza mutare la sua importanza. Nonostante sia mitigato e inglobato in quella totalità. Che ci intriga. Peir Wu. Nome semplice da ricordare, logo essenziale. Come tutto il concept. Parigi si lascia amare. Un brand capace di rivestire l’uomo, un designer capace di intrappolarne l’anima. Ogni collezione urla alla perfezione delle forme, ogni campagna ci accompagna in uno stato di rilassatezza, contornato da pace interiore. Uno stile semplice si ritrova in ogni capo, i colori non eccedono, ogni cosa è essenziale. Un uomo che finalmente intraprende un percorso leggiadro, dove l’essere quell’uomo permette il lusso di impreziosirsi. I dettagli fanno la differenza. In questo caso sono l’anima.   

Text by Giuseppe Reina

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Spotlight on : Duro Olowu

Duro Olowu

Un esotico mix di Nigeria, Giamaica, Inghilterra, su tessuti francesi. Troviamo tutto questo, e molto altro, nell’universo stilistico di Duro Olowu. L’ex avvocato tramutatosi in designer, classe 1967, calca le scene londinesi nel 2004 e dopo solo un anno Vogue US  nomina il suo classico abitino bohemienne in patchwork “It-dress of the year”.  Da allora il signor Olowu non ha mai smesso di stupire, con le sue maestose, incantevoli cappe, gli abiti impalpabili in fantasie floreali impronunciabili, la purezza e il pigmento di colori speciali che variano dal giallo zafferano al rosa vivo. La sua ultima sfilata londinese presenta una donna piena di fascino e femminilità, elegante, forte, colorata. Mai scontato, sempre eclettico e sofisticato, Duro Olowu può definirsi il pioniere di quello stile Afro-Chic che appassiona e incanta con un magnetismo unico nel suo genere.

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An exotic mix of Nigeria, Jamaica, England, on French textiles: all of this, and much more, makes up Duro Olowu’s stylistic universe. The ex lawyer turned fashion designer, born in Nigeria in 1967, hit the London scene in 2004 and just one year later his classic bohemian patchwork dress was nominated “It-dress of the year” by Vogue US. Ever since, Mr. Olowu has never stopped surprising the fashion world, with his majestic, enchanting capes, his lightweight dresses in striking floral prints, the purity of the pigment in special colours that vary from saffron yellow to deep pink. His latest London show introduced a woman full of charm and femininity, who is elegant, bold, coloured. Never predictable, always eclectic and sophisticated, Duro Olowu can be defined as the pioneer of Afro-Chic, that unique style that thrills and enchants with a singular type of magnetism.

Text by Isabella Garonzi