I may be late to the dance. But better late than never, as the people do say. Yesterday, just yesterday, I discovered Street Etiquette, the glorious feast of a style/lifestyle blog, founded by Joshua Kissi and Travis Gumbs in 2008, when they were both just 20 years old. Drawing from a robust and varied array of sartorial influences — everything from afro-dandyism to punk to urban to mod to prep and beyond — Kissi and Gumbs are publishing what their website aptly calls “a truly unique vision of fashionable menswear,” and are well on their way to building a lifestyle brand about the places where style, travel, music and more meet.
Tags: Blogs, Editorial, Joshua Kissi, Lifestyle, Men's Style, Music, Street Etiquette, Style, Style Stories, Style Visionaries, The Culture, The Mix, travel, Travis Gumbs
Glamping is camping for people who’ve aged out of sleeping on the ground…or who were never really into that in the first place. In other words, it’s for me. I grew up playing in the woods and mucking about in the creek behind our house, and I still love diving into nature for an hour or an afternoon, for a hike in the woods or a scuba dive, but then I like to curl up someplace luxe.
Blame it on the Winnebego my father bought for our family when I was a child. I still have a childhood memory of me riding in the passenger seat with my father behind the wheel, and Gladys Knight’s Midnight Train To Georgia playing on the Winnebego radio dial. It was all over lickety-split. By the time I was eight my parents had split, and the little familial paradise I longed for (I long for it still) had come to its inevitable, unceremonious end. Still I have that memory. It’s the sweetest one I know. Back then we camped in a campground. I’m pretty sure it had paved roads. The only reason we bothered to camp at all is that this was the 1970’s, and in our little corner of paradise (Panama City, Florida, a.k.a. “The Redneck Riviera”), they wouldn’t have the likes of us in their all-white hotels. My how times have changed.
Tags: Camp In My Garden, Camping, Europe, Glamping, Nature, Shelter Co, The Great Outdoors, travel, Wayfaring, Wildnerness
When I stepped onto the tarmac in Nairobi, Kenya, I was 23, and fresh off my first year of law school. It was summer. I didn’t know it at the time, but that summer would forever change the trajectory of my life. I had come to Kenya as a human rights intern. It was my wild summer of adventure. My boss, who later became a member of Kenya’s Parliament, spent most of that summer in detention, the price he willingly paid to help bring multi-party democracy to Kenya. For our part, we wiled the summer away at a safe remove, writing, researching the Rule of Law, eating wonderful South Indian lunches at the home of a colleague who’s grandmother fed us like her own, and traveling the vast and glorious Kenyan countryside.
Tags: Africa, KENYA, Lamu, Maasai Mara, Mombassa, Transformation, travel