#loopwheel

[itiswhatitisbutisitwhatitis]

Sundazed & Outside Society (manipulating objects possessed of magical power)

SOS | sundazed.io/sos | Wunderschöner, Exotic Vintage, Bespoke & Handmade Novelty In Action

Sundazed (Belgium) Garter Block Interlock Knit Cotton Rib Mock Neck Pullover Sweater

Bespoke (no flaws)

Look: Non-Conventional

Measurements (cm) Chest: 51 Length: 60 Shoulder: 49 Sleeve: 56 Hem: 49

SKU: 000001

[permanentstyle]

https://www.permanentstyle.com/2023/02/what-makes-a-quality-sweatshirt.html

What makes a quality sweatshirt?

[d3add0vedonoteat]

Carbonara (or Carmy Cooks for You)

Pt. 2 of Chicken Soup for Carmy

This is part 2 of Chicken Soup for Carmy! I hope you love it. NO WARNINGS. Pure fluff

Your apartment was warm. You entered ahead of Carmy, hanging your coat on the wall and kicking off your shoes. “Make yourself at home!” You invited, jovially.

Carmy followed suit, taking in your space. It smelled like you. It was small, but cozy. Personal touches littered every inch of the space. Your kitchen was to the left, a small wooden table against the wall for your dining area. The kitchen counter looked out to the moderately sized living room. Your little orange velvet couch sat before exposed brick and two tall windows. The wall to the left was covered with posters and picture frames, to the right were a pair of bookshelves without an inch of space that wasn’t occupied by a book or trinket. Several plants crowded the windowsills. The rug was soft and plushy on his feet. It would seem hectic to the blind eye, but Carmy could sense the intention behind each item present. Drumming his fingers on his leg, he chose to look at the wall of pictures. It was an eclectic mix of old posters; there were vintage Coca Cola posters, fashion campaigns from the 70s and 80s, music posters like The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Led Zepplin and such.. There were pictures and Polaroids of you with people he didn’t recognize and a few random things in picture frames; a pressed flower, a movie ticket, an unused tea bag, a coffee cup sleeve with a scrawling handwriting on it that said “don’t look back”.

You emerged from the bathroom, your hair free from the bun Carmy was used to. It fell about your face, messy and wild in a way that made the breath catch in Carmy’s throat. You joined him at his side, smiling at the wall before you.

“My scrap wall,” you explained. “I love the idea of scrapbooks but I like seeing things everyday.” Carmy nodded, staring at your profile. The slope of your nose, the curve of your lips. He could reach out and caress your cheek… he wrenched his gaze from you and forced it to the wall. “I uh, I had no idea you were into vintage stuff.” He said.

“Likewise.” He raised his brow at you sideways and you laughed. “Loopwheel? Very Americana.” Carmy’s face felt hot. Was this real? It couldn’t be. How could you be any more perfect. You were still wearing his shirt. “Come on, I’m starving.”

Carmy had perused your fridge and pantry, settling on the dish he’d make. You sat at the little table, one leg pulled up to your chest and scratching away in a notebook before you. Music from the playlist you put on floated through the space, complimenting the ambient sound of Camry hard at work. It was so domestic. Usually, Carmy was anxious. His head pounded, his heart raced, and he could never catch his breath. But here with you, Carmy felt peaceful. It was like he’d done this a thousand times before. It was comfortable, safe. Carmy’s chest felt warm and relaxed. His mind wandered as his well practiced hands moved through the recipe. He imagined being here with you, making dinner together after a long day at the restaurant or curled up on the couch watching something on tv, how his arms would wrap around you and you’d lay your head on his chest. Little things filled his mind: going grocery shopping together, washing dishes, folding laundry, having coffee in the morning sitting in your couch and discussing vintage American icons. Sleeping beside you, feeling your skin against his, feeling your-

“Fuck!” The hot sear of the pan against Carmy’s hand snapped him out of his thoughts. You leapt to your feet, rushing over to him.

“Are you okay?!” You asked, grasping his hand in both of yours and guiding it under the stream of cold water. Truthfully, Carmy couldn’t even feel the burn. Not when your hands were on him. You cooed and tutted, closely inspecting his hand.

“I’m alright.” He assured you. You looked up at him and released his hand, much to Carmy’s dismay. You were close, the sink pressed against your back. If you took an extra deep breath your chest would brush against his. Carmy wasn’t particularly tall, but the way he looked down at you, his eyes dark and glued to yours, lips parted slightly, and his uninjured hand resting on the edge of the counter beside you, it felt like he towered over you.

“C-can I help?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out as such a whisper, but you couldn’t help it. His proximity made you dizzy.

“No, no… it’s almost done.”

It felt like an eternity while you stared at each other. You forced yourself away, resuming your place at the table while your heart screamed at the four foot distance. The next few minutes passed in silence until Carmy set a warm bowl in front of you.

Your jaw dropped.

Carmy kicked the door to the alley open, flicking his lighter. He felt like he was going to explode. Richie’s constant bitching, the endless mess of the office and the kitchen, everything was fucked. It was fucked. Carmy ran a frantic hand through his hair. He couldn’t breathe. He took a few steps into the alley, fully intending on having a total meltdown until he heard it. A sniffle.

You sat with your back against the bricks, your head in your hands. “Hey,” Carmy tried to make his voice as gentle as he could. “Are you, um- are you okay?”

Carmy felt his heart drop out of his body when you turned your face to him. Your eyes were red and puffy, tears staining your cheeks. Shit. Shit shit shit. What had he done? How had he fucked this up already? What happened? Was it Richie? He’d kill him.

“I’m sorry, chef.” You said, wiping your face.

“Carmy.” He said, quickly. “Sorry um… just you can call me Carmy.”

You smiled softly, despite the tears in your eyes you were beautiful. “Carmy,” you tested it on your tongue. Carmy thought he’d explode hearing your sweet voice say his name. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be crying at work it’s just-” you choked up, averting your gaze and shamefully wiping your tears.

Carmy sank down to sit beside you, unsure. You sighed. “My mom uh… she’s kind of fucked up. And my brother keeps calling and screaming at me because he wants me to go home and take care of her but…” you shook your head. “I just can’t go back there, ya know?”

Carmy’s heart panged with empathy. “Yeah, I know what you mean…”

“It was so fucked up when I was a kid, though.” You stared up at the sky. “When I was 10, my mom would make carbonara every Wednesday. It was my favorite day of the week because I loved carbonara. When she started to get worse, I’d make it on Wednesdays just trying to hold onto it you know? I haven’t made it since I was a kid… I don’t know, I just… couldn’t bring myself to. I miss it though.”

Carmy let you vent but truthfully, he didn’t know what to say. It was a little too close to home for him. He just watched you. The sun on your face, the puffiness subsiding from your eyes. He looked down at the ground, worried he’d say something stupid if he kept staring at you. You sighed again. You turned your head to him with a soft smile on your lips. “Thank you for listening to me rant. It feels good to say it out loud.”

Carmy’s cheeks tingled as he met your gaze. He smiled in return, the anxiety that had driven him into the alley in the first place was a million miles away.

“Yeah, anytime.”

You stared at the bowl before you. A nest of creamy spaghetti, dusted with grated Parmesan, crispy pancetta, and vibrant green chives. You felt your throat grow tight, tears pricking at your eyes. Carmy settled in the chair across from you and you stared at him in disbelief. “Carbonara?”

Carmy was suddenly nervous. Had he overstepped? “You uh, you said you hadn’t had it in a while.”

Nothing could have prepared Carmy for the look on your face. Eyes wide at him and beaming with adoration. You opened your mouth to say something, but the words seemed to fall short so instead you lifted a forkful of the creamy noodles to your lips. You sighed with delight when it touched your tongue. “Oh my god…”

“Good?”

You nodded, vigorously. “That is the best carbonara I’ve ever had.” You shook your head with a chuckle as you continued to eat. “You’re so annoying.”

“What?” Carmy practically choked he was so confused.

You laughed again, the melodic sound easing his nerves. “You’re SO good at this. Better be careful or I’ll have to make you cook dinner every night.”

Carmy couldn’t think of anything he’d like more. The warmth in his chest was threatening to spill over as he gathered all his courage into one single word: “promise?”

Seeing Carmy outside of the restaurant already gave you butterflies, but having him in your apartment so close you could touch made your knees weak. You stood at the sink side by side washing the dishes from dinner. Your shoulders bumped every few seconds. You had just made Carmy laugh with your very strong opinions of John Lennon. You’d never heard him laugh like that before, so earnest and carefree. His shoulders seemed lighter, his eyes brighter. The stress of family and the restaurant was far behind both of you, kept out by your apartment door. You hummed, wishing this night could last forever.

“Yeah… me too.” Carmy was grinning at you, cheeks tinged red and bashful. Your eyes widened, had that been out loud?

“Sorry, I uh- I just mean um-” you looked shyly over to him. He was drying his hands, leaning against the counter with a pleased smile on his perfect lips.

“It’s okay,” he assured. Carmy stepped closer. The warmth in his chest was boiling over. He reached up slowly and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered against your cheek. “I like taking care of you too.”

[aeide-thea]

How different materials decompose | Permanent Style

Last week I wrote about the loopwheel knitter Aigat, one of the most specialised producers of loopwheel fabric - for sweatshirts, T-shirts etc - in Japan.  Something I wanted to save for a separate article was the display they had in their reception, where they’d decomposed different fabrics in their garden. The factory is set in attractive grounds, with water pouring down from the mountains behind. Establishing them, and running the factory along environmental lines, has been a passion of the founder. In the middle of the garden is a pleasant pond, but a few years ago the team filled the whole thing and parts of the garden with lengths of fabric, made up of different fibres (cotton, rayon, polyester). The idea was to have personal, physical experience of how much better natural fabrics - like their own - break down in the environment. […] The rayon was the first to go - a synthetic fabric, but of course made with regenerated natural cellulose, so it broke down easily. The cotton is only just visible, lying on the table at the bottom, but it broke down just a little slower than the rayon, mostly eaten away in the water after 50 days, and completely gone after 100. But the polyester kept going and going. After 200 days, in water or soil, it had shrunk a little but was otherwise fine. Perhaps scariest of all is the cotton/polyester mix. You might think this would be a little better than pure polyester, but it's pretty much the same, despite some of the cotton breaking down.

I wasn’t surprised at the results, but it was powerful seeing the process rather than just being told about it. It also made me appreciate rayon (or viscose) a little more. There are lots of things wrong with it of course, including the materials cut down to make it and the processes used, but it is certainly better than polyester and nylon in this respect. Other natural materials used in high-end menswear, such as wools and vegetable-tanned leathers, are also better in that way. We probably can't get into all the nuances of material sustainability here - and volume of consumption is generally the biggest issue - but on this one aspect the point is pretty compelling.

[comical-wheelchairs]

Thoughts on this from The Wicked + The Divine Issue 10?

Just a silhouette, but at least a bit more practical than some comic wheelchairs.

Oh thrilling! Thank you for the wheelchair!

So I don't know this character, but I can tell a lot about this wheelchair even from the silhouette - and it shows someone who likely knows their way around wheelchairs!

So a couple things jump out at me - the first is the spoked wheels. Those are a common trait of custom wheelchairs, unless you get really fancy. [Both links lead to LoopWheels and SoftWheels listing for education purposes. Sometimes wheels will have lightweight plastic spokes but it's less common on custom chairs.]

The single piece footplate implies this person is either a full-time user or, if they are ambulatory, they use a wheelchair enough to get a custom one.

The back looks low enough that their shoulders are free, and though there are push handles that isn't an automatic problem - a lot of people opt to have them, choose them "just in case," or need them sometimes but not always.

A really neat note is that you can see that single axle running under the chair - this is a great detail! Most (if not all) rigid frame chairs have that one single axle to connect the wheels. It's kind of like homestuck troll horns in that even people who are into drawing wheelchairs will forget to put it there lmao.

So I can't give it an exact score since I don't know the context of this wheelchair user - but I can say that this is a great depiction of the silhouette of an active custom manual wheelchair! In that aspect it's a 10/10 outline lol

[peterfields]

Experience the genuine comfort of the Le Marcel tank top, crafted by Fleurs de Bagne in a historic French hosiery factory. The unique „loopwheeler“ production process eliminates side seams, ensuring a smooth, seamless fit. A true testament to authentic craftsmanship.

[maamsshopbaby]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: STUDIO D'ARTISAN LOOPWHEELED SWEATER size M made in Japan.

[buzz-london]

A loophole is a clever workaround in rules or regulations, often used to evade compliance.

A Loopwheel is a wheel that integrates suspension directly into its structure, usually employing a looped spring mechanism or similar technology. This integrated suspension is designed to soak up impacts and jolts from irregular surfaces like rugged roads or uneven terrain.

Loopwheels are primarily designed to enhance the comfort and stability of vehicles or equipment utilizing them. By minimizing vibrations, Loopwheels aim to elevate the overall riding experience, providing users with increased comfort and reducing fatigue. They are frequently employed in bicycles, wheelchairs, and various mobility devices to achieve smoother and more cushioned movement.

[gezzasmenswear]

Taking a leaf from the latest Drake’s lookbook.

Casual style for working from home. I think the shawl collar cardigan is a great piece for a working from home outfit.

[shoprhythm]

皆さま毎度こんばんは。 今夜2件目の更新はWHITES VILLE/ ホワイツビルから入荷した超ヘビーウエイトのプルオーバーパーカーをご紹介致します。 国産で吊り編み機で編み立てた丸胴(ループウィール)の超ヘビーウエイト、縫製は4本針で針抜きリブ仕様が11800円也。メーカーさん頑張ってくれてます。 詳しくは画像リンク先のウェブストアもしくはわたくしのプロフィールリンク先のブログにてご確認下さいませ。 #mensfashion #madeinjapan #mensclothing #outfit #ootd #menscoordinate #americancasual #classical #classicstyle #americantraditional #vintagestyle #workstyle #メンズファッション #メンズコーデ #メンズコーディネート #今日のコーデ #インスタコーデ #whitesville #sweatparka #loopwheel #madeinjapan #日本製 #ホワイツビル #ループウィール #丸胴 #パーカー #スウェットパーカー (Rhythm Yokohama) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4FQBVgptAV/?igshid=185vb2cq50yd3

[permanentstyle]

https://www.permanentstyle.com/2023/07/how-loopwheel-sweatshirt-fabric-is-made-at-aigat-wakayama.html

How loopwheel sweatshirt fabric is made – at Aigat, Wakayama

[bigtroublestore]

The orSlow Loop-wheeled Sweat Shirt, is manufactured on vintage loop-wheel machines. They knit the Japanese grown cotton in a continuous circle of material. Producing a tensionless process that helps keep the sweatshirts shape and yields a soft almost hand knit like finish. This labour intensive process is rarely used these days as its too slow. However slow crafted is exactly what orSlow is about. #madeinjapan #orslow #loopwheel #loopwheeled #sweatshirt #vintagefashion #mensfashion #denim #bigtroublestore #sydneyfashion #surryhills (at Big Trouble Store) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByWy-YOlHP9/?igshid=wa8clhmkc1i9

[birocompany]

FCLASSIC collection . Drop 1 | Nishijinori Tee . Plain and cotton-based, the seemingly nondescript F. Classic shirt would be in fact a hidden gem of wardrobe staples. The garment is made of Tsuri Ami 吊り編み -- a rare fabric borne out of a long-drawn process involving 1000 hand-set needles by skilled workers in Wakayama, Japan. It is this slow process and subtle element of human touch that makes the F. Classic t-shirt so supple, intuitive and responsive like hand-made apparel. . Available in black and white. . . . #birocompany #biro #loopwheel #madeinjapan #craftsmanship #textile #modern #vintage #creative #design #fundamental #future #forever #menswear #womenswear #吊り編み #tシャツ #日本製 #こだわり生地 https://www.instagram.com/p/BzaVRWaHHYf/?igshid=18xntakkm3je7

[devonreviewer]

Delivery days from @denimio_shop are always good days, picked up a classic loopwheel sweat from @buzzricksons_official and some wool jacquard socks from @nishiguchikutsushita …expect an upload to YouTube soon! #denimio_shop #denimio #buzzricksons #loopwheel #loopwheelsweatshirt #heritagestyle #japanesemade #madeinjapan #nishiguchikutsushita #woolsocks #woolsocksrock https://www.instagram.com/p/CnxfJEWLrM8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[theritestuffofficial-blog]

The Rite Stuff products back in their spiritual home, Sendai, in the far northern climes of Tohoku, the land of snow and ice (and arcade malls too 😉). This is where all your Rite Stuff items originate before they ship out to the far corners of the Earth and finally reach you. Deepest gratitude to you for all your orders! 🙇🏻 ~ #theritestuff #ritestuff #loopwheel #tee #heracles #chambray #johnlofgren #madeinjapan #ethicalfashion #ethicallymade #sendai #仙台 #miyagi #tohoku #japan https://www.instagram.com/p/BomBF-0Hvht/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ed1k124ogna9

[maamsshopbaby]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: STUDIO D'ARTISAN LOOPWHEELED SWEATER size M made in Japan.